Was Steynholme and its secret felon being regarded in that way by the providence which, for some inscrutable purpose, permitted, yet would infallibly punish, a dreadful murder?
She was a girl of devout mind, and the notion was appalling in its direct application to current events.
In the meantime the chemist, evidently taking a Sunday afternoon constitutional, came on Winter, who was leaning on a wall of the bridge and looking down stream--Grant's house being on the left.
He would have passed, in his wonted unobtrusive way, but the detective hailed him with a cheery "Good day, Mr.Siddle.Are you a fisherman ?" "No, Mr.Franklin, I'm not," he answered.
"Well, now, I'm surprised.

You are just the sort of man whom I should expect to find attached to a rod and line--even watching a float." "I tried once when I was younger, but I could neither impale a worm nor extract a hook.

My gorge rose against either practice.

I am a vegetarian, for the same reason.

If it were not for this disturbing tragedy you would have heard Hobbs, the butcher, rallying me about my rabbit-meat, as he calls my food." "Well, well!" laughed Winter.