klick

Sometimes it's Snapper and sometimes it's Klick; I don't know which is which, but one of them has adenoids.

Mr. Klick had emerged from cover and was standing expectantly with his hand on the cap.

Thus Klick describes for us the pulsating horror of perhaps one of the most pitiful nights in Russian history.

The Tsarina, Klick informs us, was somewhat plain, and knew it—hence her distaste for the dazzling Anna.

We were ushered into the studio by a gentleman I now know to have been Mr. Klick.