Sure it wasn't black?
No answer.
"I told you he was a liar," said Fairholme contemptuously.
"Well, I expect he's seen something," said the inspector, "but what it was, or who it was, is more than I can get out of him." There was a pause, and they looked askance upon Wickens's boy.

His account of the kissing made it almost an insult to the Janseniuses to identify with Henrietta the person he had seen.

Jane suggested dragging the canal, but was silenced by an indignant "sh-sh-sh," accompanied by apprehensive and sympathetic glances at the bereaved parents.

She was displaced from the focus of attention by the appearance of the two policemen who had been sent to the chalet.

Smilash was between them, apparently a prisoner.