The motor was a private one, borrowed for the occasion.
"Yes, a little," said Winter, as the chauffeur put the engine in gear.
"Your man, Robinson, has been drawing Elkin, or Elkin drew him--I am not quite sure which, but think it matterless either way." He sketched Robinson's activities briefly, but in sufficient outline.
"A new figure has come on the screen--Siddle, the chemist," he added thoughtfully.
"Siddle!" Mr.Fowler was surprised.

"Why, he is supposed to be a model of the law-abiding citizen." "I don't say he has lost his character in that respect," said Winter.
"Still, he puzzles me.

Elkin is a loud-mouthed fool.

The verbal bricks he hurls at Grant are generally half baked, and crumble into dust.

Hitherto, Siddle has tried to repress him, with a transparent honesty that rather worried me.