‘How could I appropriate his design?’
‘By copying it, I suppose.’
‘Copying it?’
‘By going into his studio and looking it over.’
Havill turned to Dare, and stared. ‘By George, you don’t stick at trifles, young man. You don’t suppose I would go into a man’s rooms and steal his inventions like that?’
‘I scarcely suppose you would,’ said Dare indifferently, as he rose.
‘And if I were to,’ said Havill curiously, ‘how is the coolness to be caused?’
‘By the second man.’
‘Who is to produce him?’
‘Her Majesty’s Government.’