There was no trouble, no bother.

He'd been taken unawares, by an inspector of the bank.

He'd a considerable deficiency--couldn't make it good--couldn't or wouldn't explain except by half-sullen hints that he'd been cruelly deceived.

There was no defence--couldn't be.

His counsel said that he could--" "I've read the account of the trial," interrupted Bryce.
"All right--then you know as much as I can tell you on that point," said Harker.