Doyle was enjoying the suspense he himself had created. Still Kennedy said nothing, not so much, I think, because he would not give Doyle the satisfaction of observing his interest as because his mind was at work piecing into his own theories the new facts that were being brought out. For that has always been Kennedy's method鈥攖he gathering of facts, fitting them together, like a mosaic, with fragments missing, and then with endless patience fitting the new fragments as they are discovered  into the whole picture of a crime until the case was completed and he was ready to act with relentless and unerring precision. 北京赛车全天稳定计划一期 鈥淚 foresee already,鈥?said I, 鈥渢hat, according to this mode, everything will be permitted; it win stick at nothing.鈥? "Oh, these horrible detectives!" she murmured. "It is terrible. They will drive me crazy. Pauvre, pauvre madame!" Jack's face was a study in amazement, incredulity鈥攏ot to say downright alarm. At the sight Mr. Delamare threw back his head and laughed a peal. "I seemed to be attacked by a bull," she detailed. "It was in a great field and I fled from it over the field. But it pursued me. It seemed to gain on me." It was the first time that she had let this undercurrent of her feelings leap to the surface, beyond control. She seemed to realize it, and instantly to repress it, as she stood there, her great, lustrous eyes fixed upon us鈥攚ith defiance mixed with fear and doubt. "Yes. He may have other agencies outside. He may have other agencies right here in town for all I know. It was part of our agreement that I was to approach nobody except the men whose names he furnished. I haven't all the millionaires on my books by a long sight."