I felt restless about him.

He has lost the girl--he was married to her, by-the-bye--and the jewels.

No fear of his slipping away.

I shall have him here at the time I told you." "You've a way of your own of doing these things, Mr.Quest," the Inspector admitted grudgingly.
"Mostly luck," Quest replied.

"Take a cigar, and so long, Inspector.