unearths some literary gems.
From Bats in the Belfry, by E. C. R. Lorac:
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"The chap's in Golders Green or Timbuctoo by this time." [I like how, in conveying that the suspect has had plenty of time to get far away from central London, the protagonist escalates directly from a neighborhood a few miles away to good old Timbuktu. There's not even a layover in Halifax or Jericho!]
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"Keep your wool on, old sermon-face," growled Robert Grenville.