If he cannot realize the error of his ways, then so much the worse for him.

Time passed as time ever does when passed monotonously, that is, with a degree of rapidity which only astonishes us when it is recalled to mind by some chance circumstance.

Just as Hank had predicted, we had reached the work site in a dead heat with gray dawn.

It's a blackmail ring, and the district attorneys get a share of the loot. […] Well, they got him in the same kind of jam, and soaked him to the tune of three hundred and eighty-six thousand.