His laugh whispered softly as he reached the street.

Again a soft laugh whispered in the blackness of the compartment.

Then a soft laugh whispered from beside the wall.

As the taxi moved away, a low laugh whispered in its depths.

A soft laugh whispered in the darkness above the shaded lamp.

A soft laugh whispered from darkness near the corner.

A low, grim laugh whispered in the darkness above the dead figure on the floor.

A low laugh whispered from his lips, as he followed the same route into Manhattan.

The soft laugh whispered grimly through the room of death.

A soft laugh whispered from Cranston's lips, as he turned away.