"In any case, it is better that the others should come.

Mr.Orden might not believe me.
He will at least believe the Bishop." "Believe whom ?" Julian demanded.
The door was opened.

The Bishop and Miles Furley came hastily in.
Catherine stepped forward to meet them.
"I was obliged to whistle," she explained, a little hysterically.

"I do not trust either of these men.

That fiend Bright has a poisonous gas with him in a pocket cylinder.