Trent looked half-incredulously into the eyes of the young man. But behind all their shrewdness and intensity he saw a massive innocence. You can search me,' Mr. Bunner replied briefly. Marlowe and I have often talked about it, and we could never make out a solution. Marlowe isn't that kind.
French servants are quite unlike English that way.
And servant or no servant,' added Mr. Bunner with emphasis, 'I don't see how a woman could mention such a subject to a man. You believe that Manderson was going in terror of his life for some time. Anxiety, if you like. Why, he would sit in that library window, nights, looking out into the dark, with his white shirt just a target for anybody's gun. As for who should threaten his life well, sir,' said Mr. Bunner with a faint smile, 'it's certain you have not lived in the States.