I would suggest that Miss Tuppence should go to bed, and that you and I, Mr. Hersheimmer, should share the vigil." Tuppence was about to protest, but happening to glance at the bed she saw Mrs. Vandemeyer, her eyes half-open, with such an expression of mingled fear and malevolence on her face that it quite froze the words on her lips.
Tuppence was unable to go against the orders after a fleeting look at Mrs. Vandemeyer.
Mrs. Vandemeyer was lying unconscious on the bed.
A young boy in a gray beanie is flipping a skateboard off of a curb.
A child has some yarn.
Apaches always come to attack at night!
A man in a blue coat is sitting in a jail cell.
Woman in red dress
A lady is running in the park.