Let us put him in here, and pass on to business.

We can deal with him when we have finished.' 'And have him overhear all that we say,' said Lesage.
'I don't know what the devil has come over you,' cried Toussac, turning suspicious eyes upon my protector.

'I never knew you squeamish before, and certainly you were not backward in the affair of the man from Bow Street.

This fellow has our secret, and he must either die, or we shall see him at our trial.

What is the sense of arranging a plot, and then at the last moment turning a man loose who will ruin us all?
Let us snap his neck and have done with it.' The great hairy hands were stretched towards me again, but Lesage had sprung suddenly to his feet.