It was all new to me, I explained, but I appreciated the need of it.

As I led up to the occurrence on Number Two hatch, when Mr.
Pike had lifted up Larry and toppled him back with a mere slap from the ends of his fingers, I saw in Mr.Pike's eyes a warning, almost threatening, expression.

Nevertheless, I completed my description of the episode.
When I had quite finished there was a silence.

Miss West was busy serving coffee from a copper percolator.

Mr.Pike, profoundly occupied with cracking walnuts, could not quite hide the wicked, little, half-humorous, half-revengeful gleam in his eyes.