As we passed through the gateway Thorndyke gave the inspector's message, curtly and without comment, to the gaping porter, and then we issued forth into Chancery Lane.
We were all silent and very grave, and I thought that Thorndyke seemed somewhat moved.

Perhaps Mr.Jellicoe's last intent look--which I suspect he knew to be the look of a dying man--lingered in his memory as it did in mine.

Half-way down Chancery Lane he spoke for the first time; and then it was only to ejaculate, "Poor devil!" Jervis took him up.

"He was a consummate villain, Thorndyke." "Hardly that," was the reply.

"I should rather say that he was non-moral.