Then the bookie leaves the site of the phone and stations himself blocks away in another room with a phone attached to a similar cheese box.

doted wood

And when you find your women's favour fail, / 'Tis ten to one you'll know yourself, and seek me, / Upon a better muster of your manners.

[U]nless the murderer came back, I had till about six o'clock in the morning for my cogitations. I was in the soup — that was pretty clear.