My next trip to London will be my honeymoon." "You look like a honeymooner, I don't think," guffawed Hobbs.
"You wouldn't laugh if I told _you_ what you really look like," cried Elkin angrily.

"Bet you a level fiver I'm married this year.

Now, put up or shut up!" Furneaux peeped in, through a door, always open, which led to the stairs.
"Can I have my account, Mr.Tomlin ?" he said.

"I'm going to town by the next train." "You don't mean to say, Mr.Furneaux, that you are abandoning the case so soon ?" broke in Ingerman.
"Did I say that ?" inquired the detective meekly.
"No.

One can't help drawing inferences occasionally." "Great mistake.