‘What way?’
‘That’s my secret. You are so beastly moral, you might object. One thing I may tell you—it does not compromise the Honourable Company of Disentanglers.’
‘You are not going to try any detective work; to find out if she is a woman with a past, with a husband living? You are not going to put a live adder among the eels? I daresay drysalters eat eels. It is the reading of sensational novels that ruins our youth.’
‘What a suspicious beggar you are. Certainly I am neither a detective nor a murderer à la Montépin!
‘No practical jokes with the victuals?’
‘Of course not.’
‘No kidnapping Miss Blowser?’
‘Certainly no kidnapping—Miss Blowser.’
‘Now, honour bright, is your plan within the law? No police-court publicity?’
‘No, the police will have no say or show in the matter; at least,’ said Logan, ‘as far as my legal studies inform me, they won’t. But I can take counsel’s opinion if you insist on it.’