off the deep end

The lascivious sex predator is out; the deep-pocketed caped crusader is most definitely in.

He remembered something—the cherished pose of being a man plunged fathoms-deep in business.

I presume the twenty-five or thirty miles at this end is unhealthy, even for natives, but it surely need not be so.

On to Gaba Tepe just in time to see the opening, the climax and the end of the dreaded Turkish counter attack.

Sleek finds it far harder work than fortune-making; but he pursues his Will-o'-the-Wisp with untiring energy.

He wanted to tell her that if she called her father, it would mean the end of everything for them, but he withheld this.