"What are you talking about?
If the stuff is poison can't you say so ?" Jarvo looked at him swiftly.
"These things are not spoken aloud in Yaque," he said simply, and after that he held his peace.

Amory threatened him and laughed at him, but Jarvo shook his head.

At last Amory scoffed at the whole matter and stretched out his hand for the vase.
"Come," he said, "at all events I'll take it with me.

It can't be very much worse than the American liqueurs." "My word for it, sir, beggin' your pardon," said Rollo earnestly, "it's a kind of what you might call med-i-eval Burgundy, sir." "It is not well," said Jarvo, handing the vase with reluctance, "yet take it--but see that it touches no lips.

I charge you that, adon." Amory smiled and slipped the little vase in his coat pocket.
"It's all right," he said, "I won't let it get away from me.