"Some sweet stuff," he remarked.

"Cordial, I should say anisette.

There wasn't anything like that on the kitchen table.

Let us see what there is in here," he added, stepping into the adjoining small room into which I had simply peered in my own investigation of the place.
As he did so, a keen blast blew in; a window in the adjoining room was open.

He cast me a hurried glance and with the door in his hand, made the following remark: "Your lady love--the victim here--could not have come through the snow with no more clothing on her than we see now.