Now, what of this fellow, Elkin?
He worries me." "Can I offer you a glass of beer, sir ?" "With pleasure.

May I smoke while you eat?
You see, I differ from Mr.
Furneaux in both size and habits." Robinson poured out the beer.

He was preternaturally grave.

The somewhat incriminating statements he had wormed out of the horse-dealer that afternoon lay heavy upon him.

But he told his story succinctly enough.
Winter nodded to emphasize each point, and congratulated him at the end.
"You arranged that very well," he said.