POLLY SHOWS WEAKNESS It was spoken with quiet confidence.

Gammon smiled as he looked steadily into the pale, thin face, which at once grew mottled with a disturbance of the blood.
"You are making a mistake, sir," replied an indistinct voice, with an effort at dignity.
"Oh, no, not a bit of it.

Not now I've heard you speak, Mr.Clover." "I don't understand you, sir," sounded more clearly, the pallid visage now a muddy red and the eyes moist.

"That is not my name.

Be so good as to go your way." "Certainly.