"Merely," said the first of the quiet men blandly, "that your game is up. You uttered at least twenty of those notes on the course to-day, and we were bound to have you. My name is Inspector Pilling, of Scotland Yard, and these gentlemen are my colleagues. We are five to one, so I suggest that you come quietly."
To the curate he added, as they entered a waiting taxi, "You were quite right, George; the chance of that little score was a soft thing."
The comments of the Complete Sportsman are best omitted. We are not the author of Pygmalion.
Mistress. "Why, Mary, isn't this your Sunday afternoon out? Aren't you going for a walk this lovely day?"
Mary. "Please, 'M, I'd rather stay in. You see, most of the people out on a Sunday is couples, and I don't like to be conspicuous."
From the Great North of Scotland Railway's advertisement in The Aberdeen Daily Journal:—
"A train will leave Aberdeen at 7.30 p.m. for Aberdeen."