"Bah! I am glad to have somebody who can talk decently near me. I tire of all these ragamuffins who are my men. Sometimes I kill one of them just for the mere fun of ridding myself of the vermin."
"Madam is incautious, perhaps."
"Why so?"
"Some day one of them might take it into his head to kill madam."
"Then somebody will have to be mighty quick about it. I'm not so easily killed as all that. Tell me—have you guessed who I am?"
"I am not a good guesser, madam."
"On the contrary, I should suppose you to be a good one—an exceptionally good one. Answer me: Have you guessed who I am?"
"I might make a guess now, madam."
"Oh, drop that madam. I don't want you to madam me all the time. Who do you suppose I am?"
"If I am to make a guess, I should suppose that you are that distinguished and elusive person whom the outside world refers to as Hobo Harry."