"A tactical error? Perhaps. Immovable."

Then, taking the order backward:

"Scout the very notion of such an infamy. You and every scandal-monger in
S. may do your worst."

"Free to confess that events have opened my eyes to the truth, so, not
for the first time, out of evil comes good."

"A prig."

"Visit for such a purpose a piece of unheard-of impudence."

These were all on one page.

"Quite clearly a _précis_ of Grant's remarks when Siddle called on
Monday," said Winter.

At any other time, Furneaux would have waxed sarcastic. Now he
merely nodded.

"Stops in a queer way," he muttered. "Not a word about the inquest or the
missing bottles."

The preceding page held even more disjointed entries, which,
nevertheless, provided a fair synopsis of Doris's spirited words on the
Sunday afternoon.