We will act quietly, but there will be no mistake.

It is you who will err if you do not accept our help." Then Winter yielded, though not with a good grace.

The implied suggestion that the London police could not handle a set of Mongolian ruffians was utterly distasteful, yet he admitted, though unwillingly, that he did not want to sacrifice some of his best men in rushing the place.
"All right," he said.

"Hand over the skulls, Furneaux! It is quite agreed," he went on, addressing the Chinaman again, "that I have full liberty of action in so far as preliminary arrangements are concerned?
I see your point that Wong Li Fu must not be forewarned, and shall take care that my men are hidden.

I have your positive assurance, too, that you are not exposing your own life in any way ?" "To the best of my belief I shall be as safe in Charlotte Street as I am here," said the jute merchant, smiling for the first time during the interview.
"One! Two! Three!" said Furneaux, counting the skulls into the Chinaman's outstretched hand.
For some reason, the action, no less than the words, jarred on Winter.
"I do wish you wouldn't be so d---- d theatrical!" he growled.
Furneaux said nothing.