This was no ordinary crime.

A beautiful and popular actress had been done to death in a brutal way, and the country was already deeply stirred by the story.
Elkin waited impatiently till the journalist drew breath.

Then he broke in.
"Pedigree horses you mentioned, sir," he said, his rancor against Grant being momentarily conquered by the pertinent allusion to his own business.

"What sort?
Racing, coaching, roadsters, or hacks ?" "All sorts.

The Argentine, where I have connections, offers an ever-open door to good horseflesh." "Are you having a look round ?" "Yes.