To give Mr.Tyrrwhit his due, it must be acknowledged that he personally sent no emissaries, having contented himself with putting the business into the hands of a very sharp attorney.

But there were emissaries from others, who after a while were excluded altogether from the park.
Here Mr.Scarborough continued to live, coming out on to the lawn in his easy-chair, and there smoking his cigar and reading his French novel through the hot July days.

To tell the truth, he cared very little for the emissaries, excepting so far as they had been allowed to interfere with his own personal comfort.

In these days he had down with him two or three friends from London, who were good enough to make up for him a whist-table in the country; but he found the chief interest in his life in the occasional visits of his younger son.
"I look upon Mountjoy as utterly gone," he said.
"But he has utterly gone," his other son replied.
"As to that I care nothing.

I do not believe that a man can be murdered without leaving a trace of his murder.