What self-respecting ghost ever wore whiskers ?" "This was no ghost.

You shot the man's hat off." "Then what the blazes are you growling at?
Had I, in blood-curdling whisper, told you that once again there was a face at the window, you would have scoffed at me.

The ill-looking scamp caught my eye after his first glance at Grant.

He was mizzling when I fired.

You would have sat there and argued about hypnosis, with our worthy author's skilled support.