I have the key in my pocket." They were walking through a long corridor when Furneaux appeared at the other end.

Beyond the three men, not another person was visible in that part of the hotel, and in a few seconds they were behind the closed door of Handyside's room.
"So you're still on the map ?" said the detective, surveying Theydon with an air of professional interest.
"Yes, but I have received notice to quit," was the retort.
"So I hear.

The executioner was quick on the heels of the warrant, too.
If it had not been for the precautions Winter took last night the newsboys would have been bawling a second Innesmore Mansions tragedy during the past couple of hours." Theydon smiled.
"I'm not joking," snapped Furneaux.

"In fact, I feel rather bad about it.

I woke up at eight o'clock, and pictured you and Bates and his wife lying about in No.