Taken altogether there was something mistrustful and uncanny about Fogerty's looks, and his habit of eternally puffing cigarettes rendered his companionship unpleasant.

Yet of the man's professional ability there was no doubt; Mr.Merrick and Arthur Weldon had had occasion to employ him before, with results that justified their faith in him.
The detective greeted the young ladies with polite bows, supplemented by an aimless compliment on the neatness of their office.
"Never would have recognized it as a newspaper sanctum," said he in his thin, piping voice.

"No litter, no stale pipes lying about, no cursing and quarreling, no excitement whatever.

The editorial room is the index to the workshop; I'll see if the mechanical department is kept as neatly." He opened the door to the back room, passed through and closed it softly behind him.

Mr.Merrick made a dive for the door and followed Fogerty.
"What's the verdict, Arthur ?" asked Louise curiously.
"Why, I--I believe the verdict isn't rendered yet," he hastily replied, and followed Mr.Merrick into the pressroom.
"Now, then," cried Patsy, grabbing the major firmly, "you'll not stir a step, sir, until you tell us the news!" "What news, Patricia ?" Inquired the old gentleman blandly.
"Who was Thursday Smith ?" "The identical individual he is now," said the Major.
"Don't prevaricate, sir! Who was he?
What did he do?
What is his right name ?" "Is it because you are especially interested in this man, my dear, or are ye simply consumed with feminine curiosity ?" "Be good, Daddy! Tell us all about it," said Patsy coaxingly.
"The man Thursday, then, was likely enough the brother of Robinson Crusoe's man Friday." "Major, you're trifling!" "Or mayhap an ex-president of the United States, or forby the senator from Oklahoma.