Mr.Ingerman, apparently, was immersed in a pile of letters, but he swept them all aside, and greeted the caller affably.
"Glad to see you, Mr.Furneaux," he said.

"I missed you on the train yesterday.

Did you--" "Nice quiet place you've got here, Mr.Ingerman," interrupted the detective.
"Yes.

But, as I was about to--" "Artistically furnished, too," went on Furneaux dreamily.

"Oak, self-toned carpets and rugs, restful decorations.