As you know, they got smashed up at Wymondham, and Gerald, feeling in a way responsible for him, brought him on here; quite properly, I think.

Sarson has been looking after him, but I am afraid he has slight concussion of the brain." "I shall remember this all my life," Lord Saxthorpe declared solemnly, "as one of the most singular coincidences which has ever come within my personal knowledge.

Perhaps after lunch, Mr.Fentolin, you will let some of your people telephone to the police-station at Wells?
There really is an important enquiry respecting this man.

I should not be surprised," he added, dropping his voice a little for the benefit of the servants, "to find that Scotland Yard needed him on their own account." "In that case," Mr.Fentolin remarked, "he is quite safe, for Sarson tells me there is no chance of his being able to travel, at any rate for twenty-four hours." Lady Saxthorpe shivered.
"Aren't you afraid to have him in the house ?" she asked, "a man who is really and actually wanted by Scotland Yard?
When one considers that nothing ever happens here except an occasional shipwreck in the winter and a flower-show in the summer, it does sound positively thrilling.

I wonder what he has done." They discussed the subject of Mr.Dunster's possible iniquities.
Meanwhile, a young man carrying his hat in his hand had slipped in past the servants and was leaning over Mr.Fentolin's chair.