He vanished abruptly, like an eel going into mud.

I don't say I've got much of a soul, but, such as it is, I'm perfectly satisfied with the little chap. I don't want people fooling about with it. 'Leave it alo…

However devoutly a girl may worship the man of her choice, there always comes a time when she feels an irresistible urge to haul off and let him have it in the…

On his good mornings, I don't suppose there are more than a handful of men in the W. 1 postal district of London swifter to spot oompus-boompus than Bertram Wo…

One afternoon in early January, the weather showed a lack of character. There was no frost nor wind: the trees in the garden did not stir.

...crazy as a couple of waltzing mice.

'The fellow with a face rather like a walnut.'