"I'm afraid it would. I say! I've just got a rippin' idea for poisoning a taxi-man, though. You give him a dud half-crown, and when he bites it——"
"He dies of lead poisoning. That one's got whiskers on it."
"Juggins. You poison the half-crown with Prussic acid."
"Splendid! And he falls down foaming at the mouth. That's frightfully brilliant. Do you mind giving your attention to the matter in hand?"
"You think we can leave out the taxi-drivers, then?"
"I think so."
"Right-oh! I'll let you have them. That brings us, I'm sorry to say, to George Fentiman."
"You've got rather a weakness for George Fentiman, haven't you?"
"Yes—I like old George. He's an awful pig in some ways, but I quite like him."
"Well, I don't know George, so I shall firmly put him down. Opportunity No. 3, he is."