You haven't.

I've heaps more incriminating letters.

That was only a sample." "Publish one of them at your peril," said I.
"Pray, Mister Major Meredyth," said he, "what is to prevent me ?" "Penal servitude for malicious slander." "I should win my case." "In that event they would get you, on your own showing, for being an accessory after the fact of murder, and for blackmail." "Suppose I risk it ?" "You won't," said I.
Sir Anthony turned to the bell-push by the side of the mantelpiece.
"What's the good of talking to this double-dyed scoundrel ?" He pointed to the door.

"You infamous liar, get out.

And if I ever catch you prowling round this house, I'll set the dogs on you." Gedge marched to the door and turned on the threshold and shook his fist.
"You'll repent your folly till your dying day!" "To Hell with you," cried Sir Anthony.
The door slammed.