"He's jealous of you."
"Well, does that constitute him dangerous?"
"He always has been throwing out nasty hints about you."
"To whom? Surely not to you? You wouldn't listen to what you yourself call nasty hints about me coming from a man like Dale?"
"It wasn't so much that I listened as that he was always at it whenever he came near me. I couldn't stop him. I suppose that my asking him about your going to Brighton on Sunday, and my going to the inquest, and such-like, made him--made him----"
"Yes? Made him what?"
"Started him thinking. Anyhow, he's--he's been finding out things, and--I don't know that he hasn't found out. You take care of him!"
"My dear Mabel, in what sense am I to take care of him? I'm inclined to think that I should rather like to have a talk with your friend Mr. Dale."
"You'll do no good by that."
"Shan't I? We'll see. Where is he to be found--in the booking office at Victoria Station?"