Sign there, will you ?" Turner handed him pen and receipt, but Colville was looking toward the window sunk deep in the wall on the inner side of the room.

This was not a double window, and the sound of carriage wheels rose above the gentle, continuous plash of the little fountain in the court-yard.
Colville rose from his seat, but to reach the window he had to pass behind Turner's chair.

Turner rose at the same moment, and pushed his chair back against the wall in doing so.

This passage toward the window being completely closed by the bulk of John Turner, Colville hurried round the writing-table.

But Turner was again in front of him, and, without appearing to notice that his companion was literally at his heels, he opened a large cupboard sunk in the panelling of the wall.