"Oh ... Mr. Warren...."
"Yes, yes!"
"The locket...."
"The locket is gone?"
"Yes," and this was very weak.
"And the memorandum?"
"Gone, too!" she gasped.
Jarvis called to Rusty, interrupting the finish of the running meal.
"Quick, Rusty—the horses!"
"The hosses, boss? whar is dey?"