Good-by, Mr.Crawford.

I'm grateful." The man stepped out of the window and vanished into the night.
Crawford glanced at his watch; it was eight-ten.
"Do you hope he'll get away ?" asked Forbes breathlessly.
"I don't know what I hope, Mort.

I'm rather dazed with the unexpectedness of all this.

Let's see what you took from their pockets." A large diamond brooch, a string of fine pearls, and a bag of wonderful polished emeralds.
"Mort, the man couldn't help it.

Why, here's a fortune for a prince; and yet he remained here for more.