Etchingham.
[Throwing the words at him.] I tell you I won’t. You’ve made a catspaw of me. And you thought you’d only got to say the word and I’d come to heel.
George Winter.
[Contemptuously.] You’ve done it often enough before.
Bennett.
Don’t expect any mercy from him, my lord. He’ll do you in as sure as eggs is eggs.
Etchingham.
I don’t want any mercy. You think you’ve got me tight. Don’t you know that I’ve got a way of escape whenever I choose to take it.
George Winter.
What are you going to do?