"I've been trying to get you out for ten years for a quiet drink. And now the one night you insist on turning in early."
"In the window above them, on the second floor, a shade was raised. A man about thirty-five years old, with a touch of gray on either side of his temples, and sad grey eyes, and a thin mustache looked down at them."
"Why yes, it's a ticket to to Rio on the Thursday rocket !
"Hold on here! He cried. Ten thousand dollars missing!"
"How would you like to lie in a box most of the time?"