Without any warning, he made for the Japanese, who seemed to await his oncoming with singular equanimity, though otherwise quivering with baulked hate.
But Brett had seen something that aroused a lightning-like suspicion.
Twice had the Japanese looked at a small, shining thing in his hand, as though to make sure it was there.

So the barrister was just in time to grasp Robert's shoulder and hold him back.
"No," he cried, "you must not touch him.

I command it.

He cannot escape." "Then let me have a go at him first," growled Frazer, whose face was pale with passion.
"No, no.

Leave him to me.