You must have had it hot last night, Sir." "Very hot, sergeant.

We had to work uncommonly hard to do it as well as we did." "It was not a nice Christmas game, Sir, was it ?" "Eh, me!" said Mrs.Medlicot.

"There's nae Christmas games or ony games here at all, except just worrying and harrying, like sae many dogs at each other's throats." "And you think nothing more can be done ?" Harry asked.
"I don't think we shall catch the men.

When they get out backward, it's very hard to trace them.

He's got a horse of his own with him, and he'll be beyond reach of the police by this time to-morrow.
Indeed, he's beyond their reach now.