Then he frowned and added: "But the nuisance of it is that I shall always have this confounded limp." "You get off more lightly than a good many men I know," said Flexen sadly.
"Yes.

I'm not grousing much," said Grey.
There came a pause, and then Grey said: "I've been rather hoping to come across you.

When you questioned me about my doings on the night of Loudwater's death, you asked me whether I heard him snore as I went through the library, going in and out of the Castle, and for reasons which seemed quite good to me at the time I told you I didn't.

As a matter of fact, he was snoring like a pig when I came out." Mr.Flexen looked at him hard, thinking quickly.

Then he said softly: "My goodness! That would be half-past eleven!" "Close on it," said Grey.
"Well as a matter of fact, I didn't believe you," said Mr.Flexen frankly.