Do you understand?
If I ever see you again, I shan't lift a finger to save you." The late Lord Henry Monckton shrugged.

He had not lived intimately with this quiet-voiced man for ten years without having acquired the knowledge that he never wasted words.
"You're a dangerously clever man, Mason.

I noted at dinner that in some manner you had destroyed Haggerty's photograph of your finger-tips.

But I recognize you, and know you--your gestures, the turn of your head, every little mannerism.

And if you do not do as I bid, I'll take my oath in court as to your identity.