Fred M. White, The Mystery of the Four Fingers
“ Venner uttered the last words slowly and sadly, as if he were talking to himself, and had forgotten the presence of his companion. There was a speculative look in his eyes, much as if London had vanished and he could see the orchids on the table before him growing in their native forests."I suppose I don't look much like a man with a past," he went on; "like a man who is the victim of a great sorrow. ”
