But he had confidence in his ability to extract the truth, and Thalassa, moreover, was at the disadvantage of having something to hide.

It would be strange if he did not succeed in getting the facts out of him.
The St.Fair wagonette was pulled up outside the station.

Mr.Crows, master of his destiny and time-tables, reclined in front, regarding with a glazed eye his drooping horse.

Inside, some stout women with bundles waited patiently until it suited the autocrat on the box seat to start on his homeward way.

Mr.Crows showed no indication of being in a hurry.