Each profession demands brains, and is at its best in coining cute phrases.

I've met scores of both tribes, and they're like as peas in a pod." A bell rang.
"That's the front door," said Grant.

"It's Furneaux himself, I hope." But the visitor was P.C.Robinson, who actually smiled and saluted.
"Glad I've caught you before you went out, sir," he said.

"Mr.Furneaux asked me to tell you he had to hurry back to London.

I was also to mention that he had got the whiskers." "What whiskers?
Whose whiskers ?" "That's all he said, sir--he'd got the whiskers." "Why, Owd Ben's whiskers, of course.