An irregularly shaped hole immediately below the window showed where Vane had alighted.

Footprints distinct enough indicated the direction taken.
"If you're not satisfied search the house." "I'll take your word.

Who's your friend?
You wouldn't lift your little finger to save a stranger." "Who's the girl ?" Sally parried in a flash.

"What's she like ?" Rofflash had sharp wits.

Cunning was part of his trade.
"Ho ho," he thought.