"Turn him loose upon our friend Jones," with a laugh.
"And what will he do to him?"
"Carry him off to Bagdad and chop off his head," Ryanne jested.
"Tell me, is there any possibility of Mr. Jones coming to harm?"
"Can't say." Her concern for Percival annoyed him.
"Is it fair, when he paid you generously?"
He did not look into the grave eyes. They were the only pair that ever disconcerted him. "My dear Fortune, it's a question which is the more valuable to me, my skin or Percival's."
"It isn't fair."
"From my point of view it's fair enough. I warned him; I told him the necessary facts, the eventual dangers. He accepted them all with the Yhiordes. I see nothing unfair in the deal, since I risked my own life in the first place."