"As things are at present, they are better apart.

Coming my way ?" Tavernake followed him out of the place.

Pritchard took his arm as he turned down toward the Strand.
"My young friend," he said, "here is a word of advice for you.

The Scriptures say that you cannot serve God and mammon.

Paraphrase that to the present situation and remember that you cannot serve Elizabeth and Beatrice." "What then ?" Tavernake demanded.
The detective waited until he had lit the long black cigar between his teeth.
"I guess you'd better confine your attentions to Beatrice," he concluded..