"Nor, from a superficial glance, should I imagine that that would be very difficult."
"Nor I."
"One thing it seems to me that this paper proves--that you were correct in your inference, and that last night's burglar was Charles Ballingall."
"I am sure of it."
"You two," interposed Martyn, "appear to be in thorough agreement--thorough! Which is the more delightful since you began by disagreeing. But you must excuse my saying that I don't quite see where the cause for harmony comes in."
"Are you so stupid?"
"My dear Madge! Don't strike me! It's constitutional."
"Don't you see what the situation really is?"
"Well--pardon me--but--really, you are so warm. Miss Brodie. If this gentleman were to allow me to study this interesting document, I might."
"Somewhere in this house, the dead man, Tom Ossington, concealed his fortune, all that he had worth having. It is as clear as if I saw the actual hiding place."