‘Deceiving you?—I!’
‘Yes,—you! Do you think I’m quite an idiot?’
‘My dear Marjorie!’
‘Do you think I can’t see that you know all about what Mr Holt has been telling us,—perhaps more about it than he knows himself?’
‘On my word!—With what an amount of knowledge you do credit me.’
‘Yes, I do,—or discredit you, rather. If I were to trust you, you would tell me just as much as you chose,—which would be nothing. I’m coming with you,—so there’s an end.’
‘Very well.—Do you happen to know if there are any revolvers in the house?’
‘Revolvers?—whatever for?’
‘Because I should like to borrow one. I will not conceal from you—since you press me—that this is a case in which a revolver is quite likely to be required.’
‘You are trying to frighten me.’