You see my point ?" "Yes, but Mr.Win--Mr.Franklin, I know nothing whatever about the murder." "I'm sure you don't.

It was a wicked trick of Fate that took you to Mr.
Grant's garden last Monday night." "It was really an astronomical almanac," retorted Doris, who now felt a growing confidence in this nice-spoken official.

"Sirius is a star remarkable for its beautiful changing lights, and on Monday evening was at its best.

I think I ought to explain," and she blushed delightfully, "that the village gossip about Mr.Grant and me is entirely mistaken.

We are not--well, I had better use plain English--we are not lovers.