The Secret Adversary

“No,” said Tup­pence thought­fully, “he didn’t be­lieve it. That’s the curi­ous part about speak­ing the truth. No one does be­lieve it. I found that out this morn­ing. Now let’s go to lunch. How about the Sa­voy?”

Lus­it­ania

“Tommy, you’re stony!”

per­spir­a­tion

Never tell all you know—not even to the per­son you know best.

Tup­pence leaned for­ward and lowered her voice.

“Who is Mr. Brown?”

non­des­cript

ob­scure ar­is­to­cratic by­ways

glib­ness born of prac­tice. He rattled off the for­mula to the eld­erly wo­man

flag­ging spir­its re­viv­ing