| Feast at which the candles won’t stay alight? |
| What the robot’s jumper was made of? |
| It’s dawn when you get off |
| Instruct to provide transport |
| It’s shaky and getting a lot more shaky |
| The room, you know, is pine-lined |
| Walk I take through an Italian city |
| The result is, you institute legal proceedings |
| Says sadly and audibly “The proportions!” |
| Three months free |
| See the one left inside is ruined |
| In a great hurry to take refreshment round |
| Call out “Rue goes into the nostrum” |
| Take the reins on reaching male adulthood |
| Contrived a tail-wag, which does amuse you |
| Walkabout taken by the father |
| It will quickly tell you if the cooking’s not very good |
| Beginning with one’s off-time |
| The person alluded to as “The arbiter” |
| An undercooked portion of something savoury |
| Check the key in, as a rule |
| A bird and it’s after seed |
| For fun I tease and get terribly irate - make really angry |
| The scoundrel with the collar - the Scotsman |
| See the figure in it is slim |
| Changes the locks |
| A predatory air |
| Travelling by train, out to catch the one ten, somehow |
| Where, in London, you can get a gun within a day |
| Perhaps a caramel tart, darling? |
| On that account, see alone |
| Quenches one’s thirst with a lot of water on board |
| Like the hens prepared for deep-frying? |
| Clandestine, it is again revealed in court |
| Allowed to fall ill, one rushed round |
| Rested at long last, one gathered |
| Flattering the person you’ve just been toasting? |
| Accurate in regard to the order |
| Number one, assess as excellent |
| Bound to be a someone I’m not naming |
| Only the silver lining is rather scanty |
| What passengers do in the smoking compartment of the train? |
| They happen to get sent off at a quarter to five |
| Suppress it? No, I can’t possibly |
| Given stuff to nibble on, as before |
| A call from the mob? |