He's got Sherlock beat a mile." "So have I, Hobbs.

I'm not slow at Sherlocking, let me tell you that.
How do you know he's waiting to see me ?" "I heard him ask for you.

And I was there just now when one of his men came in and told him you were on your way up from the gunshop down there." "So they're watching me, eh?
'Gad, this is fine!" He lost no time in getting to the hotel.

A well-remembered, fierce-looking little man in a white linen suit was waiting for him on the great piazza.
Baron Jasto Dangloss was a polite man but not to the point of procrastination.

He advanced to meet the puzzled American, smiling amiably and twirling his imposing mustachios with neatly gloved fingers.
"I have called, Mr.King, to have a little chat with you about your father," he said abruptly.