Only a truly great man could have done it.

Rocco actually kept his dignity.
For answer, Racksole walked slowly into the vast apartment, seized a chair, and, dragging it up to Rocco's chair, sat down opposite to him.
Thus they faced each other, their knees almost touching, both in evening dress.

On Rocco's right hand was the bed, with the corpse of Reginald Dimmock.

On Racksole's right hand, and a little behind him, was the marble washstand, still littered with Rocco's implements.

The electric light shone on Rocco's left cheek, leaving the other side of his face in shadow.