Here comes a big shot, one of the monkeys with gold buttons.
As he passed the “big shot” smiled suavely at them, but said never a word.
Once more it was the “big shot,” as Indian John had called him, who spoke.
I was indeed glad that I had one barrel loaded with big shot.
He went into the bedroom and he saw Carven, the big shot detective.
They simply shrugged and waited ...