And now I want to say a word or two to you." "Come inside," said Doyle.

"There isn't a soul in the bar, and maybe you'd like a drop of something before your tea." "I would not.

You know very well, Doyle, that I never touch whisky before my meals, especially when I've any business to do; and you ought to be ashamed of yourself for offering it to me." Doyle pushed forward a chair, selected another for himself, and sat down opposite Meldon.
"Is it about the judge that's coming this evening that you wanted to speak to me ?" "It is," said Meldon.
"I was thinking it might be.

When you asked for the loan of my bicycle this morning, and told me that you and the doctor was off to Donard in a hurry, I made full sure it was him you were after.

What have you done with the doctor ?" "He'll be here in a few minutes," said Meldon, "and when he comes he'll give you some chloride of lime and a bottle of Condy's Fluid.