Mr. Twining,—Adderley Twining, sir; that's the man can just win what and when and how he pleases.
Adderley handed the bugle to Lawless, who looked at it with deep interest and passed it on to Pierre.
He was barely civil to Adderley and even regarded myself with marked disfavour.
I accompanied Adderley to his chambers, which were within a stone's throw of the spot where I had met him.
"Surely that is from Singapore," muttered Adderley, taking up the parcel.
