“Ferguson, you’re stark mad.”
“You’ve told me so before. You’re a specialist. You should know that a homicidal lunatic is not the sort to trifle with. Label me like that.”
“But you’re mad in the wrong direction.”
“What’s the right direction to be mad?”
“That cloak’s Miss Moore’s.”
“You’re a liar.”
“Let me inform you that to save her from harm I’d give my life.”
“Say that again.”
“To save her from harm I’d give my life. It sounds like bombast, but it’s plain truth.”
“Hume, I may be mad, but I’m not so mad as you think.”