I pulled a flashlight out of my pocket and stooped to flash it under the front wheels. The owner of the lot rushed up. Hey, what goes on? he yelled. "I don't want any spies around here. Get going. […]

He got caught double-dipping by billing the government directly as well as the primary contractor.

The air was wine and seltzer, perfumed, as they absorbed it, with the delicate redolence of prairie flowers.

I believe, had I been in the inmost recesses of my habitation--the very penetralia--your eagerness would have surmounted bolts, bars, decency, and everything.