"I knew it." "Knew what ?" demanded the skipper, genuinely surprised.
"I knew that you had stolen my mummy.

Yes, you needn't deny it.

Bolton, like the silly fool he was, told you how valuable the mummy was, and you strangled the poor devil to get my property." "Go slow," said the captain, in no wise perturbed by this accusation.
"I would have you remember that at the inquest it was stated that the window was locked and the door was open.

How then could I waltz into that blamed hotel and arrange for a funeral?
'Sides, I guess shooting is mor'n my line than garrotting.

I leave that to the East Coast Yellow-Stomachs." Braddock sat down and wiped his face.