You know, women generally judge other people that way." "Very well," laughed her father, as he turned to the door, "that will be best.

If everything goes right and I think I can work with him, I shall bring him upstairs and you can give him a cup of tea.

If I don't, you will know that he won't do." "Good-bye, then, for the present," she smiled, "and don't frighten the poor man, if you can help it.

I dare say he's only an exaggerated policeman, after all." But it was a very different sort of person whom Franklin Marmion greeted in the drawing-room.

M.Nicol Hendry was a slimly but strongly-built man of about forty.