Haward passed the gleaming steel; then, a foot beyond it, stood still, his face to the open door, and his back to the storekeeper and the table with its sinister lading.
"You do wrong to allow so much dust and disorder," he said sharply.

"I could write my name in that mirror, and there is a piece of brocade fallen to the floor.

Look to it that you keep the place more neat." There was dead silence for a moment; then MacLean spoke in an even voice: "Now a fool might call you as brave as Hector.

For myself, I only give you credit for some knowledge of men.

You are right.