Like your cigar, this case has come unstuck." Mr.James Leander Winter, Chief Inspector under the Criminal Investigation Department, whistled softly.
"Tut, tut!" he said.

"One can never trust the newspapers.

Reading this morning's particulars, it looked dead easy." "Tell me how it struck you.

Sometimes the uninformed brain is vouchsafed a gleam of unconscious genius." Winter appeared to be devoting his mind to circumventing the vagaries of a fragile tobacco-leaf.

He was a man of powerful build, over forty, heavy but active, deep-chested, round-headed, with bulging blue eyes which radiated kindliness and strength of character.