Which was done.
"I say, look here, what are you going to do with me?" said McNab, fiercely.
"You're going to sit there and smoke a couple of those museum cigars, for our delectation and amusement."
"Assassins!"
"Two cigars."
"Never! I'll starve to death first!"
"All right. Keep on sitting there."
"But this is a crime! Police!"
"There are other crimes, Dopey."
"Hold up," said McNab, frantically, as he perceived the cigar being prepared. "I've got to dine over at the Story's at one o'clock."