"Did I try? Yes, I tried and travelled a Wild West shooting man on the lid of the cab who worked a hold up by The Welsh Harp. Far as I can see there must be hundreds out to prevent me." His mouth hardened. "But I'm going to do it. I mean to do it somehow."
Mr. Torrington smiled sweetly.
"Ardent young man," he said.
Cassis put his finger tips together and remarked:
"Recklessness is a luxury we can't afford."
"I'm prepared to take chances," said Barraclough.
Mr. Torrington quoted:
"'On the sand drift, on the veldt side, in the fern scrub we lay.
That our song might follow after by the bones on the way.'"
"That's all very well," said Cassis sourly, "but our sons won't be able to follow after so long as Barraclough obstinately determines to keep the secret entirely to himself."
"Pooh! pooh! pooh!" said Mr. Torrington. "That was understood."