He smiled in silence at his colleagues.
The inspector was transfigured with excitement.

His native accent rattled like a stick upon railings.
"Man," he cried, "there's not a doubt of it! Barker has just marked the window himself.

It's a good deal broader than any bootmark.

I mind that you said it was a splay-foot, and here's the explanation.

But what's the game, Mr.Holmes--what's the game ?" "Ay, what's the game ?" my friend repeated thoughtfully.
White Mason chuckled and rubbed his fat hands together in his professional satisfaction.