The Secret Adversary

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

stifle this long­ing for vul­gar sen­sa­tion