"Oh, yes—you know a lot. I suppose you could lay this thug by the heels in a brace of shakes?"
"Just about," Ember admitted placidly. "I wouldn't mind trying."
"Then why don't you?" Whitaker demanded heatedly.
"I had a notion you wouldn't want me to."
Whitaker stared aggressively. "You mean ... Drummond?"
The answer was a nod.
"I don't believe it."
"You'll at all events do me the credit to recall that I warned you two months ago."
"All the same, I don't believe it was Drummond."
"You haven't missed any property, I believe?"