That means something.
Furneaux never wastes time.

Usually we hunt in couples.

Today, by the fortune of war, we are separated, and perhaps fortunately so.

It is all your fault, Mr.Theydon." "Mine ?" was the astonished cry.
"Yes.

We had to try all sorts of tricks on you before you would speak.
Just imagine Scotland Yard being compelled to tap the telephone of a respectable and well-known author before he would own up to such knowledge as he possessed of the murder in No.