Blind as a bat.

Now he understood why Karlov had made a prisoner of Coles.

The old buzzard had sensed a trap and had countered it.

The way of the transgressor was hard.

His punishment for entertaining a looter's idea would be work when he wanted to loaf and enjoy himself.
Arriving at Hawksley's door he was confronted by a spectacle not without its humorous touch: The nurse extending a bowl and Hawksley staring at the sky beyond the window, stonily.
"But you must!" insisted Miss Frances.
"Chops or beefsteak!" "It will give you nausea." "Permit me to find out.