“You mean?”
“I must effectually silence you.”
“Ah, I see.”
“And that can be done in only one way.”
“By wiping me off the map, I suppose?”
“Exactly. Dead men tell no tales.”
“So I have heard,” said Patsy, as complacently as if discussing the price of ice. “Nevertheless, Mr. Margate, I am glad that I have unmasked you. I will confess, too, that I was never more surprised in my life. So I am to be turned toes up, am I?”
“As sure as you are looking at me at this moment,” Margate coldly informed him.
“Well, that’s reasonably sure,” said Patsy. “I almost feel myself going. Before the final trick is turned, however, I really wish you would answer one question.”
“What question, Garvan?”