In Quarles, police captured a rape suspect, noticed he was wearing an empty holster, and asked him where his gun was.
“Unless they are hoarders, [celebs] don't keep most of it,” Quarles says.
"Ah, I have been expecting you," said Quarles, crossing from the window to welcome me.
The old man slanted a keen glance in Mr. Quarles' direction.
Because I had listened to Quarles in that empty room at Chelsea.
I soon fell into the habit of going to see Professor Quarles.
Quarles lifted up one of his hands and looked at the palm and at the nails.
"Couldn't keep him waiting all night, as we may have to do," said Quarles.
Quarles, raising himself up in the canoe, had fired and he was just taking his rifle from his shoulder.
As soon as possible I went to Quarles and was shown into the empty room.