She was calm and cool, and her face wore a smile as she advanced to the detective.

"My dear Mr.
Jennings," she said, shaking him warmly by the hand, "I am so glad to see you, though I really ought to be angry, seeing you came to my house so often and never told me what you did." "You mightn't have welcomed me had you known," said he dryly.
"I am above such vulgar prejudices," said Mrs.Octagon, waving her hand airily, "and I am sure your profession is an arduous one.

When Juliet told me that you were looking into this tragic death of my poor sister I was delighted.

So consoling to have to do with a gentleman in an unpleasant matter like this.

Why have you come ?" This last question was put sharply, and Mrs.Octagon fastened her big black eyes on the calm face of the detective.