Major Rathbone, exhausted by the loss of blood, was carried home.
Dear old Dr. Rathbone, wise in his generation and big of heart!
Rathbone parried it, but was wounded deeply in the arm and his hold loosed.
What a world it must be, when such a man as Mr Rathbone is slandered!
The "Rathbone Mystery," as it was called, absorbed the whole interest of the country.
He told Mr Rathbone the amount of his salary, and that of his expenditure.
"Take off your coat," he said, as Rathbone looked round wonderingly at the big, gloomy and dimly-lit place.
One of the speakers was Mrs. Carew—there was no doubting this—the other was Mr. Rathbone.
I left him to go to Mr. Rathbone's, where I have spent every night except the last.
Of course I refused that—one must keep up one's prestige, Mr. Rathbone.