"If you annoy Miss Marlow again, I'll have you arrested," said Alan sharply. "We don't permit this sort of thing in England."
"I shall put the story of Beauchamp's wickedness in all the papers."
"As you please. It cannot harm the dead."
"And will that girl stand by and see her father's memory disgraced?"
"You seem to forget," said Thorold, with quiet irony, "that he was not Miss Marlow's father. Well, there is no more to be said. If you make yourself a nuisance, the law shall deal with you."
"And I'll deal with him myself," said Joe. "I'll make them eyes of yours blacker than they are by nature."
"Leave him alone, Joe. He'll go now."
"I won't go!" cried the man. "I'll have my price."
Alan shrugged his shoulders.
"I shall have to give you that thrashing, after all."