“Munching on a cookie between sips of hot chocolate, he allowed himself to mull over what Dr. Neith had told him thus far.”

“She was a hot cookie in her mink-trimmed leather hot pants!”

“You're one smart cookie!”

“The whistle will blow, I'll bet a cookey, just when we're on the edge of a score!”

“You bring the little thing in here to-night and I'll give her a Christmas cookey.”

“As it was, she had a blouse pocket full of coffee, and she bore up with at least one ear full of cookey crumbs.”