But the Rector merely shook his head.
"But confound it all! Where's the murderer, in all this ?" "Sakes alive! Isn't that as clear as daylight ?" interjected Miss Belcher.

"Didn't I let him out of the window more than an hour ago?
And isn't Hodgson foundering my mare at this moment in chase of him?
See here, Jack," she went on judicially, "you've played one or two neat strokes to-night: but one or two neat strokes don't make a professional.

You'll have to give up this justicing.

You've no head for it." "Indeed ?" retorted Mr.Rogers.

"Then since it seems you see deeper into this business than most of us, perhaps you'll favour us with your advice." "With all the pleasure in life, my son," said the lady.