Just conceive to yourself, Doyle-- But I can't talk about it.

Where's the bicycle ?" "You took it out with you to Portsmouth Lodge last night," said Doyle, "and so far as I know you didn't bring it back again.

But there's an old one in the stable belonging to Patsy Flaherty, and you can take that if you like." "It can't be worse than yours," said Meldon, "with that loose pedal.
Just you wheel it round to the door for me, and pump up the tyres if they want it.

There's something I forgot to ask Sabina.

I'll go through the kitchen, and meet you by the time you have the machine ready." He darted into the kitchen, leaving Doyle to tie up his pony and pump the bicycle.
"Is that you back ?" said Sabina.