What do _you_ say, Mr.Ingerman?
The City is the real mint of money and crime.

Who knows but that a stroll through Cornhill may have some bearing on the Steynholme mystery ?" "May be you'd get a bit nearer if you took a stroll along the Knoleworth Road, and not so very far, either," guffawed Elkin.
"Who knows ?" repeated Furneaux sadly.

"Good-day, gentlemen.

Some of this merry party will meet again, of course, if not here, at the Assizes.
Don't forget my bill.

Mr.Tomlin.By the way, one egg at breakfast had seen vicissitudes.