"Toting a gun on a job. Thought it was against your principles to be fixed to shed blood if you got in a jam."
"It was. It was likewise contrary to the code of the Lone Wolf to work with accomplices. You have prescribed a new technique for me altogether; you can hardly object if I consent to adopt it only upon provisions which seem to me wise. After all, it is my liberty that is involved—very possibly my life, too."
"All rot. There isn't the slightest danger to you on this job, everything like that has been looked out for."
"You feel sure, monsieur?"
"Positive."
After a pause Lanyard asked: "Tell me, monsieur: have you noticed that, since we have been sitting here, a man has stolen up behind that clump of shrubbery yonder and is keeping watch on us?"
"What's that?" The legs of Morphew's chair grated harshly on the flooring. "What man? Where?"
"You didn't see him, then, as he came skulking across the lawns?"
"No—"
"Then you are not in a position to assert the fellow is not where I have indicated?"