You'll do!" "I'll qualify it, then," added Bryce.

"It's not who--it's what are you!" Harker waved his cigar at the book-shelves in front of which his visitor sat.
"Take a look at my collection of literature, doctor," he said.

"What d'ye think of it ?" Bryce turned and leisurely inspected one shelf after another.
"Seems to consist of little else but criminal cases and legal handbooks," he remarked quietly.

"I begin to suspect you, Mr.Harker.
They say here in Wrychester that you're a retired tradesman.

I think you're a retired policeman--of the detective branch." Harker laughed again.
"No Wrychester man has ever crossed my threshold since I came to settle down here," he said.