The eldest can't be more than twenty-seven to-day, but if you were to see them in the morning, either of them, before they had been massaged and galvanized into life, you'd think they were little old men, with just strength enough left to crawl about.

Well, to cut a long story short, both of them fell in love with Elizabeth." "Brutes!" Tavernake interjected.
"I guess they found Miss Elizabeth a pretty tough nut to crack," the detective went on.

"Anyhow, you know what her price was from her name, which is hers right enough.

Wenham, who was a year younger than his brother, was the first to bid it.

Three months ago, Mr.and Mrs.Wenham Gardner, Miss Beatrice, and the devoted father left New York in the Lusitania and came to London." "Where is this Wenham Gardner, then ?" Tavernake demanded.
Pritchard took his cigar case from his pocket and selected another cigar.
"Say, that's where you strike the nail right on the head," he remarked.
"Where is this Wenham Gardner ?" "I don't mind telling you, Mr.Tavernake, that to discover his whereabouts is exactly what I am over on this side for.