"And who told you, most worthy swain, what my intentions were ?" Rufus leaned towards him slowly, with something of the action of a crouching beast.

"No one told me," he said in a voice that was deeply menacing.

"But--I know." Knight made a gesture of supreme indifference.

"You are on an entirely wrong scent," he observed.

"But you seem to be enjoying it." He paused to take out a cigarette.