What's to prevent you?
You have the right." "Oh no! I know too well who you have been giving yourself away to.
He'll have to manage this little affair all by himself.

But don't you make a mistake, it's I who found you out." Then she heard only muttering.

Inspector Heat must have been showing to Mr Verloc the piece of Stevie's overcoat, because Stevie's sister, guardian, and protector heard her husband a little louder.
"I never noticed that she had hit upon that dodge." Again for a time Mrs Verloc heard nothing but murmurs, whose mysteriousness was less nightmarish to her brain than the horrible suggestions of shaped words.

Then Chief Inspector Heat, on the other side of the door, raised his voice.
"You must have been mad." And Mr Verloc's voice answered, with a sort of gloomy fury: "I have been mad for a month or more, but I am not mad now.

It's all over.