"I want to keep Durrell out of it. You see, Jerry, if I work this through quietly, it will save no end of a mess."
"Will it?"
"Yes."
"You seem cocksure."
"Haven't I got my devil back these few days with the foils? And look you, Jerry, do you remember fighting when you were in love?"
"I do."
"Were you beaten?"
"No."
"It makes you grim, quick as lightning, cool as cold steel. That's how it works with me."
Jeremy nodded his head sagely.