He was a slow, methodical, painstaking man, with a deliberate and an official, manner.
"What's the matter ?" asked T.X.

quickly.
"We didn't search Vassalaro's lodgings," cried Mansus breathlessly.

"It just occurred to me as I was coming over Westminster Bridge.

I was on top of a bus--" "Wake up!" said T.X.

"You're amongst friends and cut all that 'bus' stuff out.