"You have a fair course now, Robinson.

That little London 'tec has bunked home." "Has he ?" In the language of the ring, Robinson thought fit to spar for an opening.
"Oh, none of your kiddin'," said Elkin, stroking the nervous colt's neck.
"You know he has.

You don't miss much that's going on.

Bet you half a thick 'un you'd have put someone in clink before this if the murder at The Hollies had been left in your hands." "That's as may be, Mr.Elkin.But this affair seems to have gripped you for fair.

You look thoroughly run down.