His manner was brisk, brusk, striding over trifles.

He nodded to me.
"You sick of this ?" he asked me.
"How many times?
I want to see it through." "All right.

Your own risk." He turned on Scharnhoff, standing straight in front of him, with both arms behind his back.
"Look here.

Have you any decency in that body of yours?
Do you want to prove it?
Or would you rather hang like a common scoundrel?
Which is it to be ?" "I--I--I--I--do not understand you.

What do you mean ?" "Are you game to risk your neck decently or would you rather have the hangman put you out of pain ?" "I--I was not a conspirator, Major Grim.