"I ask your pardon, sir. It's George. The sergeant."
"And couldn't George, the sergeant, see that my door was locked?"
"Why, no, sir, I couldn't. At any rate, I didn't," says the trooper, rather nettled.
"Have you changed your mind? Or are you in the same mind?" Mr. Tulkinghorn demands. But he knows well enough at a glance.

"I ask your pardon, sir. It's George. The sergeant."
"And couldn't you see that my door was locked?"
"Why, no, sir, I couldn't," says the trooper, rather nettled.
"Have you changed your mind? Or are you in the same mind?" Mr. Tulkinghorn demands. But he knows well enough at a glance.
