Archie's letter kept popping into my mind, frightening me.

"I had just met him--that is all; through a friend of his--Archibald Enwright was the name." "Is Enwright in London to vouch for you ?" "I'm afraid not.

I last heard of him in Interlaken." "Yes?
How did you happen to take rooms in this house ?" "The first time I called to see the captain he had not yet arrived from India.

I was looking for lodgings and I took a great fancy to the garden here." It sounded silly, put like that.

I wasn't surprised that the inspector eyed me with scorn.