"I was at Soto's with a friend--Andrew Wilmore, the novelist--and to tell you the truth we were speaking of the shock I experienced when I realised that I had been devoting every effort of which I was capable, to saving the life of--shall we say a criminal?
Your father heard me say, in rather a flamboyant manner, perhaps, that in future I declared war against all crime and all criminals." She smiled very faintly, a smile which had in it no single element of joy or humour.
"I can quite understand my father intervening," she said.

"He poses as being rather a patron of artistically-perpetrated crime.

Sue is his favourite author, and I believe that he has exceedingly grim ideas as to duelling and fighting generally.

He was in prison once for six months at New Orleans for killing a man who insulted my mother.

Nothing in the world would ever have convinced him that he had not done a perfectly legitimate thing." "I am expecting to find him quite an interesting study, when I know him better," Francis pronounced.