At last, he sighed.
"London ways, and London books, and London detectives!" he muttered.
"We're not up to date in Sussex.

Now, if I could please myself, I'd be hot-foot after Elkin.

I see what Winter has in his mind, but surely Elkin fills the bill, and Siddle doesn't....

What was that word--volt what!" Doris was lucky.

She met Mr.Siddle as she emerged from the back passage to the cake-shop.