"I do. He's a stockbroker. He's done a good deal of business for me. Unless I am mistaken, he is, or was, almost a neighbour of yours."
"I know. He lives five doors down the street. But fancy your knowing him. It seems so strange."
He made a little movement with his hands.
"In this world it is the strange things which happen."
"That is true."
As I sat there, looking at him, I realised how true it was with a vividness of which he probably had no notion. This man was a study for the gods. His attitude of perfect unconcern was not acting, it was nature.
I felt that, having gone so far, I must go farther.
"Do you think he's guilty?"
"It seems almost incredible. He always struck me as being one of the pleasantest and most inoffensive little chaps alive."
"Every one seems to think he's guilty."