The blade had been inches from showing Moe a Harlem sunset. A longer knife, or an extra twist, and Moe would've bled to death before the meat wagon arrived.

Good morning, Mrs. Denny, he said. Wherefore this worried look on your face? Has that reprobate James been misbehaving himself?

With females jolting up and down, upon no springs — except those of jerksome curiosity — conduct of this character was rude in the extreme.

Each tack was only for 100 yards and now we had the right sail while they had reachers.