The boy began to tremble.
"You're a little overwrought, Gerald," Mr.Fentolin declared.

"Sit quietly in my easy-chair for a few moments.

Walt until I have examined Mr.Dunster's belongings.

Ah! Meekins has been prompt, indeed." There was a stealthy tap at the door.

Meekins entered with the small dressing-case in his hand.