Dick, you and Peter must go to bed at once.' 'Why ?' I asked in amazement.

Sandy spoke like a medical adviser.
'Because I want your clothes--the things you've got on now.

I'll take them off with me and you'll never see them again.' 'You've a queer taste in souvenirs,' I said.
'Say rather the Turkish police.

The current in the Bosporus is pretty strong, and these sad relics of two misguided Dutchmen will be washed up tomorrow about Seraglio Point.

In this game you must drop the curtain neat and pat at the end of each Scene, if you don't want trouble later with the missing heir and the family lawyer.'.