J. S. Fletcher

“ He feels the English climate, though, and so do I, up to now. We have to keep good fires going, in spite of the Spring warmth. But here’s the port, and you shall have a glass—when I was young, and people had been ill, they always had port, and I don’t see any reason why that custom should change, though most customs have changed, I’m sorry to say, since I left England.”
The Hindu had come back with a tray on which was a decanter and glasses, and a jar of biscuits: Miss Ellingham helped me to one glass of port and herself to another, and putting the biscuits at my elbow bade me serve myself. ”

“ Keziah was rarely wrong about anything: I think she was born shrewd. That very afternoon, as she and I were just sitting down to tea, a knock came at the door, and when I went to answer it, there in the porch stood the pleasant-faced, smart young man whom I had noticed at the inquest making occasional notes in a little black book. ”

“ Philbrick, he’s the best police-court practice in Kingshaven.”
“Well, that’s an interesting line!” she remarked, with another laugh. “More fun about police-courts than county-courts, no doubt. I suppose you’re well up in what they call leading cases—murder trials and so on, eh? That’s a deeply interesting——”
Just then the door burst open, and in rushed Miss Ellingham’s nephew, Bryce, evidently in a state of high excitement, followed by Pepita Marigold. ”