[…] sign hung from the bronze knob, and it stated without equivocation that the Britannic Museum was closed for repairs. But the Inspector was made of stern stuff. He closed his right hand and with the resulting fist pounded formidably on the bronze. […] out popped the gargoylish head of a bulb-nosed old man. Hey! snapped this apparition. Can't you read English? One side, brother, said the Inspector cheerfully. We're in a hurry. The doorman did not budge […]

Once, when some money disappeared […], it was Ben who took the cleaner under his wing and instituted inquiries which revealed a group of matric boys to be the culprits.

This principle was therefore incorporated in a large-scale resignalling scheme that has involved: remodelling of the layout to suit the use of only six running lines across the Clyde, …

She finally caught the mood of the occasion.