"I'm blowed if I'm going to face any more attempts at murder alone.

My word, what a life!" "Come along, then," said Martin, and he put his hand under her elbow.
That amazing avenue, which had the appearance of a great, deep cut down the middle of an uneven mountain, was almost deserted.

From the long line of street lamps intermittent patches of light were reflected as though in glass.

The night and the absence of thickly crawling motors and swarming crowds gave it dignity.

A strange, incongruous Oriental note was struck by the deep red of velvet hangings thrown up by the lights in a furniture dealer's shop on the second floor of a white building.
"Look for a row of women's ugly wooden heads painted by some one suffering from delirium tremens," said Miss Susie Capper as they turned down West Forty-sixth Street.