But he was wary, and not anxious to provoke the devil in McKeith.
'Wait a bit,' he said thickly.

'If you'll keep your hands off me, and let me finish what I was going to say, I'll show you the proof that I'm not telling you lies--though you're mistaking my meaning in regard to her Ladyship....
'Leave her Ladyship out of it, will you,' McKeith snarled, his teeth showing between his tense lips.
'I would do that willingly, Boss, for there's no disrespect intended I can assure you.

Only it means that this Wombo business will have to be reported, and if you can help me to the right evidence--well, so much the pleasanter for all parties,' returned the Police Inspector craftily.
McKeith made a slight assenting movement of his head, but said nothing.
His brows puckered, and he stiffened himself as he listened, strung to the quick, while Harris continued.
'Well--I did see--that lady,'-- the volcanic gleam from McKeith's eyes stopped him from pronouncing Lady Bridget's name.

'I saw her come out of that room,' he jerked his thumb along the veranda.

'The moon was right on her just then.