I really cannot find words to express my appreciation of my nephew's conduct." "I could," Mr.Dunster muttered, "very easily!" Mr.Fentolin sighed gently.
"Perhaps our points of view might differ." "We have spent a very agreeable few minutes in explanations," Mr.
Dunster continued.

"Would it be asking too much if I now suggest that we remove the buttons from our foils ?" "Why not ?" Mr.Fentolin assented smoothly.

"Your first question to yourself, under these circumstances, would naturally be: 'What does Mr.
Fentolin want with me ?' I will answer that question for you.

All that I ask--it is really very little--is the word agreed upon." Mr.Dunster held his cigar a little way off and looked steadfastly at his host for a moment.

"So you have interpreted my cipher ?" Mr.Fentolin spread out the palms of his hands in a delicate gesture.
"My dear Mr.Dunster," he said, "one of the simplest, I think, that was ever strung together.