It may be well to mention that Alf had so far forgotten himself as to laugh at the marshal's temporary discomfiture at the hands of Mrs.Perkins.
"Alf, have you been havin' another baby up to your house without lettin' me know ?" demanded Anderson firmly.
"Anderson," replied Alf, maudlin tears starting in his eyes, "it's not kind of you to rake up my feelin's like this.

You know I been a widower fer three years." "I want you to understand one thing, Alf Reesling.

A detective never _knows_ anything till he proves it.

Let me warn you, sir, you are under suspicion.

An' now, let me tell you one thing more.