By the Lord Harry, he's the only man! In short," with a resounding whack upon his thigh, "he has got to come.

The situation is too serious for trifling." "Trifling ?" said the Sergeant to himself in undertone.
"We'll go for him.

We'll send for him." The Superintendent turned and glanced at his companion.
"Not me, sir, I hope.

You can quite see, sir, I'd be a mighty poor advocate.

Couldn't face those blue eyes, sir.