I don't think they could save it--not if the engine was to come this minute." "But I tell you they must!" cried Stephen Whitelaw.

"If they don't, it'll be murder--cold-blooded murder.

O, my God, I never thought there was much harm in the business--and it paid me well--but it's weighed me down like a load of lead, and made me drink more to drown thought.

But if it should come to this--don't you understand?
Don't sit staring at me like that.

If the fire gets to the west wing, it will be murder.