It's a pretty stiff amount, isn't it ?" "It is," the Inspector admitted.

"Our chief seems to be taking quite a personal interest in the matter all at once." "I'll lay two to one that some one was on to him at Sir Edward Bransome's reception last night," the other remarked.

"I know very well that there was no idea of offering a reward yesterday afternoon.

We might have come out with a hundred pounds or so, a little later on, perhaps, but there was nothing of this sort in the air.

I've no desire to seem censorious, you know, Jacks," the young man went on, leaning back in his chair and lighting a cigarette, "but it does seem a dashed queer thing that you can't put your finger upon either of these fellows." Inspector Jacks nodded gloomily.
"No doubt it seems so to you," he admitted.