Reginald Thomas Maitland Scott

“ The inspector was somewhat nettled, yet he could not help admiring the unusual man who stood before him. What do you intend to do?" he asked.
"Men who make up their minds in advance," was the slow, enigmatical reply, "are always almost at a disadvantage when the time for action comes. Perhaps you will be kind enough to leave me."
The inspector shrugged and walked out of the room followed by the detective. At a sign from his master, Ram Singh also withdrew and closed the door of the music room. ”

“ Fancy that beastly creature barging in on us! He must have been mad. I don't blame you for running away... You are all alone and want me to come over?... Will I come? I most certainly shall — just as soon as I get rid of some bothersome people... Oh, in about an hour. Somebody is coming into the room and I can't talk any more. Till we meet!"
Wentworth grinned at the inspector as he handed the telephone back to the butler. ”

“ The effect of the query upon the inspector was electrical. "How the devil did you know that Madame Pompe lived in that penthouse?" he almost shouted. "I just received the information over the telephone. How in blazes did you know it?"
"I went through the apartment about an hour ago," coolly stated Wentworth.
"You went through it!" gasped the inspector. "The owner is out and a couple of our best men are trying to get keys that will fit the door." ”

“ She looked at him gravely with very large eyes. "I think," she said slowly, "that any woman would trust you."
Still smiling, he handed her a waiter's pad and pencil which he took from the shabby coat underneath his dressing gown. "Just write Jack's address for me in case these bothersome policemen have planted a dictaphone in my music room," he said quietly. ”

“ It was an improvisation by a man who allowed himself to imagine the feelings of a woman. Sometimes the music was religious and a little Eastern and sometimes there was a hint of the martial which was always dispelled by romance. ”

“ Richard Wentworth," she said.
"Mr. Wentworth is not at home, Miss," answered the butler.
The girl gave a little cry of alarm as a policeman came into the entrance hall. She turned and tried to escape through the door, but was easily stopped by the officer. ”