For today's accident we have ourselves to blame.

We did not even suspect that his malignity would take the form of shooting the first person who chanced to look out of a window." He had halted at the top of the broad staircase while making that stirring declaration of war.
"Pardon my outspokenness," he said, sinking his voice to a lower tone.
"I don't want to frighten my wife on my own account.

She believes now that the police are hunting these scoundrels in every hole and corner of London.

In a sense, that is true, but we never know the moment some extraordinary action may be taken, so we remain constantly on the _qui vive_." He heard the telephone ring beneath, and turned quickly.
"I may be wanted," he said.

"I'll join you presently.