"He had cut his left hand rather badly with a broken glass, so he told us.

We gave him some sticking-plaster to do it up with." "That will do beautifully," I said.

"And now perhaps you will add to the kindness you have already done me by letting me see the gentleman in question.

I don't want to speak to him, but I want to impress his countenance upon my mind." "Why not go into lunch ?" the manager inquired.

"You will then be able to study him to your heart's content, without his being any the wiser.
You're not in uniform, and no one would take you for a detective." "An excellent idea," I replied.