"I daresay. It might make it easier perhaps if you were to tell me just what it is."
"I'm not so sure, Granger, I'm not so sure. That relative of yours is a queer fish."
"Maybe I know what sort of a fish he is better than you do, seeing I've known him all my life."
"What I've got to ask myself is--What reliance is to be placed on what he says?"
"Perhaps I might be able to tell you if you were to let me know what he does say."
"Oh, that's the point." Mr Nunn stirred what remained of his fourth cup of tea with a meditative air. "Mr Granger, I don't want to say anything that sounds unfriendly or that's calculated to hurt your feelings, but I'm beginning to be afraid that you've muddled this case."
"Me muddled it! Seeing that you've had the handling of it from the first, if anyone's muddled it, it's you."
"I don't see how you make that out, Mr Granger, seeing that you're on the spot and I'm not."
"What's the good of being on the spot if I'm not allowed to move a finger except by your instructions?"
"Have there been rumours, Mr Granger? and by that I mean rumours which a man who had his professional advancement at heart might have laid his hand on."