The divisional inspector took one look at his old friend, and smiled sympathetically.

Bolan's inspector was smiling at him and comparing his face with the image on the passport.

The inspector had smiled after he was finished and patted her head.

The inspector smiled bleakly, tapped him knowingly on the shoulder.

The inspector smiled and said, "I guess we can allow you a few guns, Senator-you know how to use them.

The inspector looked across at the tousle-headed, dirty, untidy group and smiled.

The inspector smiled, but as usual, the smile didn't reach his eyes.

The inspector smiled again and returned the passport.

The inspector smiled as he looked at the other men present.

It doesn't sound logical -" The inspector smiled as he held up his hand in interruption.