You stay," he added to Sarah, the maid.
"I may need you here awhile." About an hour later he came down to Roger's study.
"She's safe enough now, I guess," he said.

"I've telephoned for a nurse for her, and she'll have to stay in bed a few days." "What's the trouble ?" "Acute indigestion." "You don't say!" exclaimed Roger brightly, with a rush of deep relief.
Baird gave him a dry quizzical smile.
"People have died of that," he remarked, "in less than an hour.

We caught your daughter just in time.

May I stay a few moments ?" "Glad to have you! Smoke a cigar!" "Thanks--I will." As Baird reached out for the proffered cigar, Roger suddenly noticed his hand.

Long and muscular, finely shaped, it seemed to speak of strength and skill and an immense vitality.