"You know him," he went on in the same tone.
Mr Vladimir stopped, and became guttural.

"What makes you say that ?" "I don't.

It's Verloc who says that." "A lying dog of some sort," said Mr Vladimir in somewhat Oriental phraseology.

But in his heart he was almost awed by the miraculous cleverness of the English police.

The change of his opinion on the subject was so violent that it made him for a moment feel slightly sick.
He threw away his cigar, and moved on.
"What pleased me most in this affair," the Assistant went on, talking slowly, "is that it makes such an excellent starting-point for a piece of work which I've felt must be taken in hand--that is, the clearing out of this country of all the foreign political spies, police, and that sort of--of--dogs.