It will be no secret tomorrow.

I am the husband of the lady who was found in the river outside Mr.Grant's residence this morning." Sensation, as the descriptive reporters put it.

Mr.Tomlin was dumbly but unanimously elected chairman of the meeting, and was vaguely aware of his responsibilities.

He drew himself a fresh glass of bitter.
"You don't tell me, sir!" he gasped.

"Well, the idee! The pore lady's letters were addressed to Miss Adelaide Melhuish.