We'd better be seeing the ladies." They groped into the pitchy hall, somewhere in which a Die-Hard was on picket, and down the passage to the smoking-room.

Dickson blinked in the light of a very feeble lamp and Heritage saw that his hands were cumbered with packages.

He deposited them on a sofa and made a ducking bow.
"I've come back, Mem, and glad to be back.

Your jools are in safe keeping, and not all the blagyirds in creation could get at them.

I've come to tell you to cheer up--a stout heart to a stey brae, as the old folk say.