The White Cottage Mystery

Madame,’ he began in his best French, which was as English as his clothes,

.T. was seated in the far corner of the room looking offensively English, with a litter of tea-things on the table before him.

see me out of pocket

let out at me with the razor

put me on to the scent

awning over the two windows

shoals of little fish

ticked the points off on his fingers

‘To what am I indebted for this

chink in the armour