"And don't forget you have them, either."
"No, sir. 'K you, sir. But I never 'andled a magazine one. Any complications, sir?"
"Not many. You find the trigger, curl your finger around it, put the muzzle to the man's head who means you harm, and, if he persists, pull the trigger. It's very simple."
"Quite so, sir."
"Good luck to you. And don't forget—you keep pressing the trigger as long as you want to keep shooting. And—how old are the kiddies?"
"Five, and three, and the baby, one. A grand little chap, the baby, sir."
"Is he now? Isn't that fine!" Cadogan drew from his hip-pocket the wallet with the packet of bills. "Put this in the bank—for the kiddies and missus."
"It's a hawful kindness to 'em, sir."
"All right. Good luck to you."
"Good luck to you, I s'y, sir." He vanished.