There you have it all.
Well ?" Bryant's brows twitched for an instant.
"I guessed as much." He stood staring in silence at the table, but presently brought himself to attention.

"Honour is something you don't understand.

So I thought that bullet might focus your mind on possible consequences." "What's all this rot!" Lee leaned forward with his fists resting on the table and his eyes probing Gretzinger's.
"If any harm comes to Ruth through you, that bullet will pay it out," he said, harshly.

"You've felt its weight.

It's forty-four calibre, plenty heavy enough to do the business.