Haggerty had a keen eye for a face; he saw weak spots, where a hundred other men would have seen nothing out of the ordinary.

The detective always planned his campaign upon his interpretation of the face of the intended victim.
"Webb ?" Thomas lowered his pipe and turned.

"Yes, sir." "Where were you between 'leven an' twelve last night ?" "What is that to you, sir ?" (Yeoman of the Guard style.) "What did Jameson take away from you ?" "Who are you, and what's your business with me ?" The pipe-stem returned with a click to its ivory vise.
"My name is Haggerty, of th' New York detective force; American Scotland Yard, 'f that'll sound better.

Better tell me all about it." "I'm a British subject, on board a British ship." "Nothing doing in m' lord style.

When y' put your foot on that pier you become amenable t' th' laws o' th' United States, especially 'f you've committed a crime." "A crime ?" "Listen here.