Devenish (still nursing his hand). You are a very lucky fellow, Robinson.
Tremayne. In what way?
Devenish. People you meet must be so very reluctant to say good-bye to you. Have you ever tried strangling lions or anything like that?
Tremayne (with a laugh). Well, as a matter of fact, I have.
Devenish. I suppose you won all right?
Tremayne. In the end, with the help of my beater.
Devenish. Personally I should have backed you alone against any two ordinary lions.
Tremayne. One was quite enough. As it was, he gave me something to remember him by. (Putting up his left sleeve, he displays a deep scar.)
Devenish (looking at it casually). By Jove, that's a nasty one! (He suddenly catches sight of the mole and stares at it fascinated, then stares up at Tremayne.) Good heavens!
Tremayne. What's the matter?