They can't tell ME! Something's happened, over around the courthouse.

A lot of the men I talked with had a scared look in their eyes, and they were nervous when doors opened, and looked around when people came walking along.

I don't know what he's been doing--but Casey Ryan's been up to something.

You can't tell ME! I know how our laundry boy looks when Casey's home." "And didn't you get any line at all on his whereabouts ?" I asked her.
Given three hours the start of me, I knew perfectly well that the Little Woman had found out all there was to know about Casey.
"Well-sir--I've got this to go on," the Little Woman drawled and held a telegram across the table.

"You'll notice that was sent from Goffs.
It's ten days old, but I've been getting ready ever since it arrived.
I've put Babe in a boarding-school, and I leased the apartment house.
I kept three dressmakers ruining their eyes with nightwork, Jack, making up some nifty sports clothes.