It’s no use losing one’s head because one’s in a tight place.
Etchingham.
You’ve tricked me. You’re a common swindler. In a month we may all be in prison.
George Winter.
I hear they make you very comfortable there nowadays.
Etchingham.
Well, I see my duty before me. I didn’t know, but now there can be no excuse for me. I must go to Scotland Yard at once. I shall make a clean breast of the whole thing.
George Winter.
D’you think that’ll help you? It may mean five years instead of seven.
Etchingham.