Look to it, Winter, that your handcuffs are well fixed when you arrest him, or he will slip from your grasp at the very gates of Scotland Yard." "If I had my fingers round his windpipe--" began David.
"You would be a dead man a few seconds later," said the barrister.

"If we three, unarmed, had him in this room now, equally defenceless, I should regard the issue as doubtful." "There would be a terrible dust-up," smirked Winter.
"Possibly; but it would be a fight for life or death.

No half measures.

A matter of decanters, fire-irons, chairs.

Let us return to the hotel." Whilst Hume went to summon the others, Brett seated himself at a table and wrote: "A curious chapter of accidents happened in Northumberland Avenue yesterday.