"The woman has bewitched you," frowned Horatio.
"She has. She bewitches everybody. She'll bewitch you."
"Not on your life!"
"Wait and see. Mr. Heath will bewitch you, too."
"The—the—?"
"Yes, the burglar, bandit, thief—whatever you choose to call him. You'll admit it when you meet him. We are going there now."
"To—to—call?"
"To return the check I just told you about. You're the stupidest man I was ever engaged to, Horatio. Why can't you listen?"
"I am listening with all my ears."
"Then the trouble is with your imagination," Sylvia said in her loftiest tone.