All I want to say is that if I'm caught I shall continue to hold my tongue.

And you hold yours, as much as you can; for, though you think you're pretty clever, you'd make a silly kind of ass in a witness-box." He got off the table, buttoned his coat, and took up his cap.

The other man rose and stood, fidgeting with a silver cigarette-box on the table and looking from Dene's pale, haggard face to the floor.
"You're--you're behaving like a brick--you're doing me a good turn, Dene----" he muttered, hoarsely.
"Oh, for God's sake, don't do that!" broke in Dene, with contemptuous impatience.

"Clear your mind of that idea.

I'm playing the giddy-goat not for your sake, my man; but--but for your wife's, for Miriam's." "You're crossing to-night ?" asked Heyton, hesitatingly, fearfully.