“You’ve treated me to a jolly time, but I’m not blind.”
“Blind?”
“Yes; that’s what I said.”
“I don’t understand what you mean,” remarked Enoch.
“Oh, no, of course not, you poor, blooming innocent!”
Kidd’s eyes gleamed murderously as he glanced at his pal. Cook caught the other’s glance, but could not understand it.
“Surely, you are not angry with me?” he said.
“If I had a weapon, I’d just about kill you, that’s all!”
“Kill me?”
“That’s it!”