"I want to have a word with you." The policeman was glad of the respite.

He needed time to collect his thoughts.

The story of the dinner-party and its excitement disposed completely of Elkin's malicious theory with regard to Grant, but, since the horse-dealer was minded to be communicative, it would be well to encourage him.
"Come in, and have a drink," said Elkin, when the colt had been stabled.
"No, thanks--not when I'm on duty." Elkin raised his eyebrows sarcastically.

He could not possibly guess that Robinson was adopting Furneaux's pose of never accepting hospitality from a man whom he might have to arrest.
"Well, blaze away.

I'm ready." The younger man leaned against a gate.