He greeted Mr.Flexen with a rather absent-minded air.
Mr.Flexen surveyed him with very intent, measuring eyes.

At once he perceived that he had rather missed Mr.Manley's jaw in giving attention to his admirable forehead.

It was, indeed, the jaw of a brute.

He could see him drive the knife into Lord Loudwater, and walk out of the smoking-room with an ugly, contented smile on his face.
He had little hopes of bringing off anything in the nature of a bluff; but he said, in a rasping tone: "We've discovered that the signature of Lord Loudwater's letter of instructions to his bankers to pay that cheque for twelve thousand pounds into your wife's account was forged." Mr.Manley looked at him blankly for a moment.

There was no expression at all on his face.