You can be had." The speaker was desperate; his face was flushed with anger, the tone of his voice was defiant and threatening.
Gray helped himself to a chair, crossed his legs, and lit a cigar.
McWade and Stoner neither moved nor spoke.
"My dear Mallow, you wrong me." In the newcomer's voice there was no longer any mockery.

"I gave you credit for more intelligence.

We played our little farce and it is done--the episode is closed, so far as I am concerned.

I supposed you understood that much.

I helped you and I came here to enlist your help." "You helped _me_ ?" Mallow showed his teeth in a snarl.
"Precisely.