“What is?”
“The evil-doer, Stukeley. The cheat, the ravisher, the—— But I don’t think you ever committed a murder. Not what is called murder by a jury.”
“Ah. You cast that at me,” said Stukeley. “Recollect now, Maggy. That’s enough. I’d be sorry to hit you.”
“Would you?” said Margaret. “Well. Perhaps. But if it’s not safe, Stukeley, what are you going to do?”
“Stay here, little Maggy. Oh, ducky, you are so charming. I shall stay on board with my own little Maggy.”
“You’d better remember my name when you speak again, Stukeley. I take no liberties from a forger.”
“Have you been reading my papers? In my cabin?”
“It was forgery, wasn’t it?”
“Is it any business of yours?”
“Yes.”