Here's to you!" "I dunno wot 'ee's saying mister, but 'good health'," said Bates, swigging the wine with gusto.
"Now, for your master's sake, not a word to a soul about this hubbub." "Right you are, sir! But that there pryin' Robinson wur on t' bridge five minutes since.

And, by gum, here he is!" A determined knock and ring came at the front door.

Minnie, helped by Hart, had just escorted Mrs.Bates to the kitchen.
"Let _me_ go!" said Furneaux, darting out into the hall.

He opened the door, and thrust his face into the police-constable's, startling the latter considerably.

Before Robinson could utter a syllable, the detective hissed a question.
"Did anyone cross the bridge after that shot was fired ?" "Nun--No, sir," stuttered the other.
"You saw no one running along the road ?" "Saw nothing, sir." "Very well.