"Of course! One never does."
"Sure! But if we should, there's just one thing to do."
"Indeed?" Gray was pleasantly inquisitive, but it was plain that he suffered no apprehensions. "And that is—?"
"Sit tight and take your medicine."
"I never take medicine."
The chauffeur shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I do, when it's put down my throat. I been stuck up."
"Really!"
"Twice. Tame as a house cat, me—both times. I s'pose I'll get nicked again sometime."
"And you won't offer any resistance?"
"Not a one, cull."