And it needs no force, either--just the slow pressure of these two fingers.

What did you say, Margaret ?" he enquired, breaking off abruptly.
The woman was seated upon the very edge of her chair, her eyes rivetted upon the dagger.

There was no change in her face, not a tremor in her tone.
"I said nothing," she replied.

"I did not speak at all.

I was just watching." Hilditch turned back to his guest.
"These two fingers," he repeated, "and a flick of the wrist--very little more than would be necessary for a thirty yard putt right across the green." Francis had recovered himself, had found his bearings to a certain extent.
"I am sorry that you have told me this, Mr.Hilditch," he said, a little stiffly.
"Why ?" was the puzzled reply.