I know this Senhor Cole.

It is necessary for 'im to die.
But it is not necessary this moment; let us live them together for a leetle beet." "That's all I ask," said Rattray.
"You won't ask it twice," rejoined Santos, shrugging.

"I know this Senhor Cole.

There is only one way of dilling with a man like that.
Besides, he 'as 'alf-keeled my good Jose; it is necessary for 'im to die." "I agree with the senhor," said Harris, whose forehead was starred with sticking-plaster.

"It's him or us, an' we're all agen you, squire.
You'll have to give in, first or last." And the pair were gone; their steps grew faint in the corridor; when we could no longer hear them, Rattray closed the door and quietly locked it.