human
Hush! I don't want the thing made public yet, y' know, my dear chap. Only I thought perhaps you'd like to have a look in and see the final round-up of the villains. Take a back seat, you know. There's no harm in that. And I've the most amazing bit of evidence by me which I've traced it all to. Stolen will among other things. Bring it home to _her_ as smart as you please. Ought to be worth watching when you see her face.
gpt
Gad!--yes. Tavish struck one hand into the open palm of the other, and his nice face went grim.
human
The woman's a devil from the first letter to the last. And if you knew the things she's done to my future wife--Johanna McCall--well, it fair makes a man's blood boil. I'd tighten the noose round _her_ neck, I can promise you, and with my own hands, too. The earth is well rid of _her_ kind.
gpt
In which I profoundly agree. And--hello! here's Miss Duggan. At half-past ten, then. I'll make arrangements for you to slip in unnoticed. It's going to be as sensational as a first-rate London melodrama. And--not a word, old chap?
human
Not one of 'em.
gpt
Thanks very much. I'll rely on you, then. And we might even want you to lend a hand. What's that, Miss Duggan? Lend a hand for what? Oh, simply in capturing a somewhat wild mare that has got loose in this part of the country and has been kicking up a pretty shindy all over the place. Mr. Tavish's strength and knowledge of horse-flesh ought to be a real help, eh, my friend?