The light flashed upon the barrel of a revolver, but Holmes' hunting crop came down on the man's wrist, and the pistol clinked upon the stone floor.
"It's no use, John Clay," said Holmes blandly.

"You have no chance at all." "So I see," the other answered with the utmost coolness.

"I fancy that my pal is all right, though I see you have got his coat-tails." "There are three men waiting for him at the door," said Holmes.
"Oh, indeed! You seem to have done the thing very completely.

I must compliment you." "And I you," Holmes answered.

"Your red-headed idea was very new and effective." "You'll see your pal again presently," said Jones.