Robinson!" "No." "You came by way of the bridge ?" "There is no other way, unless one makes a detour by Bush Walk." The detective whirled round on Grant.
"What room is over this one ?" "Minnie's." "She's in the kitchen, with her mother.

See that she doesn't come upstairs while I'm absent.

You three keep on talking." "Thanks," said Hart.
Doris, more self-possessed now, read the meaning of the quip promptly.
"Mr.Grant has often spoken of you," she said.

"You talk, and we'll listen." "Not so, divinity," came the retort.

"I may be a parrot, but I don't want my neck wrung when you've gone." "Don't encourage him, Doris," said Grant, "or you'll be here till midnight." "If that's the best you can do, you had better leave the recital to me," laughed Hart.
Meanwhile, Furneaux had stolen noiselessly to the bedroom overhead.