The door behind him had been flung open, and two short swarthy men ran in.

The small swarthy man reached out to catch hold and found nothing but air.

One was a big swarthy man with a long black beard.

The second was a swarthy man whom she had never seen before.

The small, swarthy man was standing in the center of the room looking at every face he could see.

He went straight over to the table where the short, swarthy man was sitting, as if they'd known each other for a long time.

The swarthy man lifted his right hand very quickly indeed.

That was tossing it right back at the swarthy man.

The swarthy man had taken his van away and abandoned her.

The swarthy man was at his side like a shot.