"And they said that no mystery was too great for you to get to the bottom of it, no riddle too complex for you to find the answer! Can't you do something?
Can't you suggest something?
Can't you see any glimmer of light at all ?" Cleek looked up, and that curious smile which Narkom knew so well--and would have known had he been there was the "danger signal"-- looped up one corner of his mouth.
"I fancy it is _all_ 'light,' Sir Henry," he said.

"I may be wrong, but I fancy it is merely a question of comparative height.

Do I puzzle you by that?
Well, let me explain.

Lady Wilding there is one height, Mr.
Sharpless is another, and I am a third; and if they two were to place themselves side by side and, say, about four inches apart, and I were to stand immediately behind them, the difference would be most apparent.
There you are.

Do you grasp it ?" "Not in the least." "Bothered if I do either," supplemented Sharpless.