Judging by the noises I hear, he's busy outside." "That's father!" shrieked Minnie hysterically.
"Good Lord! Has your father--" For an instant, Hart was nearly alarmed, but Grant's voice came authoritatively: "It's all right, Bates.

Let go, I tell you!" "Phew!" said Hart.

"I was on the point of confusing your respected dad with Owd Ben ...

That's it, ma! Sniff hard! As a cook you're worth your weight in gold, which is some cook." Meanwhile, Furneaux, seeing that no dead body was stretched on the strip of grass beneath the window, dashed into the shrubbery to the right, and was clutched in a mighty embrace by an older but much more powerful man in Bates, who had hurried from the front of the house on hearing the pistol-shot.

Most fortunately, the gardener, deeming his vigil a needless one, had not armed himself with a stick, or the consequences might have been grave.