In the end, the tall solicitor, lifting his helmet with a gesture so significant that it left no room for speculation, turned and sauntered through the broad gateway and out into the forest road.

The three servants returned as they had come, by way of the bridle path along the wall.
"The nerve of him!" exclaimed Browne.

"That graceful attention was meant for us." "He is like the polite robber who first beats you to death and then says thank you for the purse," said Lady Deppingham.

"What a strange proceeding, Mr.Browne.Can you imagine what it means ?" "Mischief of some sort, I'll be bound.

I admire his nerve in holding the confab under our very noses.