Gentlemen of Crime by Arthur Gask

Following upon the abrupt departure of the pedlar and the explosive outburst from Texworthy, the usual daily calm descended upon the tannery buildings and, to all outward appearance, the big house was untenanted and as devoid of life as ever.

Texworthy had marched furiously into the living-room, and, throwing himself into an armchair, had sat scowling and staring into space, whilst Mattin had remained in the yard, and, rolling himself innumerable cigarettes, had thoughtfully regarded the wreaths of smoke that he threw up.