"I don't know."
"But you—you shoot reasonably well, of course?"
"Very badly! This was why I was so anxious to do my shooting across a table—"
"But you—you—O Lord, Perry—you are familiar with the weapon—practised at the galleries occasionally?"
"I have shot once or twice at a target to please my uncle Jervas, but never succeeded in hitting it that I remember."
"Oh, damnation!"
"That is what my uncle Jervas said, I remember."
"But then—why how—oh, man!" stammered Anthony, viewing me in wide-eyed dismay, "how in the fiend's name d' you expect to hit your man?"
"I don't know, Anthony—except, as I say, across a table or a handkerchief. But what matter? After all, perhaps it is—yes—just as well—"
"Why, then 't will be rank murder! Ha, by heaven, Perry, you—you mean to let the fellow murder you—is this it?"