Still with his head down, he began shaving off the topmost layer of paper from the blotting-pad under his hand.

Still with his head down, he abruptly broke the silence in a whisper.
"I say!" "Yes ?" "How did you manage to pass her off as your wife ?" "I told you how, as we were driving from the station here." "I was thinking of something else.

Tell me again." Arnold told him once more what had happened at the inn.

Geoffrey listened, without making any remark.

He balanced the paper-knife vacantly on one of his fingers.