I find it very difficult to describe how I was affected by the discovery that Rosanna Spearman was missing.

I seemed to be in fifty different minds about it, all at the same time.

In that state, I stood staring at Sergeant Cuff--and my powers of language quite failed me.
"No, Mr.Betteredge," said the Sergeant, as if he had discovered the uppermost thought in me, and was picking it out to be answered, before all the rest.

"Your young friend, Rosanna, won't slip through my fingers so easy as you think.

As long as I know where Miss Verinder is, I have the means at my disposal of tracing Miss Verinder's accomplice.