Abruptly he shifted his position and glared stonily.
"Venice," murmured Carl impudently, "Venice called them _bravi_; here in America we brutally call them gun-men, but honestly, Kronberg, in all respect and confidence, you really haven't brains and originality enough for a clever professional murderer.

Amateurish killing is a sickly sort of sport.

And the danger of it! Take for instance that night when you fancied you were a motor bandit and waylaid me on the way to the farm.

I was very drunk and driving madly and I nearly got you.

A pretty to-do that would have been! To be killed by an amateur and you a paid professional! My! My! Kronberg, I blush for you.