Livin' up there all alone, it must have been like Robinson Crusoe without no man Friday and not even a blooming goat to talk to.

Quiet! It's quiet enough, if that's what you want.

Wouldn't be no good to me." With a contemptuous shake of the head, he turned and retired down the next flight, and, as the echoes of his footsteps died away we resumed our ascent.
"So it would appear," Thorndyke commented, "that when Jeffrey Blackmore came home that last evening, the house was empty." Arrived on the second-floor landing, we were confronted by a solid-looking door on the lintel of which the deceased man's name was painted in white lettering which still looked new and fresh.

Thorndyke knocked at the door, which was at once opened by Stephen Blackmore.
"I haven't wasted any time before taking advantage of your permission, you see," my colleague said as we entered.
"No, indeed," said Stephen; "you are very prompt.

I have been rather wondering what kind of information you expect to gather from an inspection of these rooms." Thorndyke smiled genially, amused, no doubt, by the similarity of Stephen's remarks to those of mine which he had so recently criticized.
"A man of science, Mr.Blackmore," he said, "expects nothing.