I even searched him, finding nothing worthy of note, except that he had remarkably little money.

I expect the poor devil was a penny ante villain scheming for a thousand-dollar jackpot.

I felt really sorry for him and turned him over with my boot to let him breathe better.
A little before dawn I awakened Grim and Jeremy and we left the room quietly after I had scratched on the closet door with my fingernails.
Pausing outside to listen, we heard the closet door being opened stealthily from the far side.

I caught Grim's eye, thinking he would smile back, but he looked as deadly serious as I have ever seen him.
"You made a bad break that time," he said when we had gone downstairs.
"Never give away information unless you're getting a return for it! If you'd left Yussuf Dakmar to scratch that door after he recovered consciousness, he'd have invented a pack of lies to tell his friends, and they'd have been no wiser than before.

Now they'll know he never scratched it.