Take it easy, sir.

I've got help, you see; and you can't throttle three men, whatever you may have done at Barkingham with one." He handcuffed me as he spoke.

Resistance was hopeless.

I could only make an appeal to his mercy, on Alicia's account.
"Give me ten minutes," I said, "to break what has happened to my wife.
We were only married an hour ago.

If she knows this suddenly, it may be the death of her." "You've led me a nice dance on a wrong scent," answered the runner, sulkily.