Chapter XI THE PUZZLEMENT OF NIGEL ENNISON Nigel Ennison walked towards his club the most puzzled man in London. " "They're not half heavy enough," replied Wild. " "Zounds!" exclaimed Wood; "it's my old master-key. A physiognomist, indeed, would have likened him to that crafty animal, and it must be owned the general formation of his features favoured such a comparison. It was a large room, about twenty feet long and fifteen broad, and had an arched stone roof. Wait!" He released himself from his aunt's embrace, ran to the trunk and fetched the old coat. But I don't understand her; she's over my head. "I am innocent. Her shoulders began to ache. But that's an infirmity shared by a great many sounder heads than mine.
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