"So you haven't quite gone to the devil yet?
I gave you six months.

I've been watching the police news in the London papers." In a maddening access of rage, Hilliard clenched his fist and struck fiercely at the man.

But he did no harm, for his aim was wild, and Dengate easily warded off the blows.
"Hold on! You're drunk, of course.

Stop it, my lad, or I'll have you locked up till Monday morning.

Very obliging of you to offer me the pleasure I was expecting, but you _will_ have it, eh ?" A second blow was repaid in kind, and Hilliard staggered back against the railings.