"Of course they are—and beauties they are too!"
"There's not much risk in getting rid of those, I should say?"
"Risk!" iterated Harry Girdwood.
"Aye!"
"Why risk?"
"I mean that no one could detect the difference very easily. Why, they deceived you," he added, turning to Jack, with an air of conscious pride.
"Upon my life, I don't understand what you mean," said Jack.
Lenoir looked serious for a moment.
Then he burst out into a boisterous fit of merriment.
"You are really over-cautious, young gentleman," he said.