"You suggest that I should place my daughter in your charge.

But I must know first how far you are prepared to go to ensure her safety." He was answered instantly, with an unflinching promptitude he had scarcely expected.
"I am prepared to go to the uttermost limit, sir," said Nicholas Ratcliffe, his fingers closing like springs upon the hand that gripped his, "if there is a limit.

That is to say, I am ready to go through hell for her.

I am a straight shot, a cool shot, a dead shot.

Will you trust me ?" His voice throbbed with sudden feeling.