38 East Eighty-third Street, and I've looked carefully at the number over the door of this house and the number is thirty-eight, and the street is East Eighty-third.

So I naturally conclude that I am in Mr.Lee's house." "Your arguments and your conclusions are very plausible," she said, "but, fortunately for me, I have been expressly warned against a young man of your description.

_You_ are the marble man!" "It's a mistake! A very dreadful one." "Then how did you enter this house ?" "I have a key--I mean I found the front door unlatched.

Please don't misunderstand me; I know it sounds unconvincing, but I really have a key to number thirty-eight." He attempted to reach for his pocket and the pistol glittered in his face.
"Won't you let me prove my innocence ?" he asked.
"You can't prove it by showing me a key.

Besides, it's probably a weapon.