'I believe you, old boy.' And he shook the artist warmly by the hand.

'I thought for a moment,' he added with rather a ghastly smile, 'I thought for a moment you might have made away with Mr Semitopolis.' 'It would make no difference if I had,' groaned Pitman.

'All is at an end for me.

There's the writing on the wall.' 'To begin with,' said Michael, 'let's get him out of sight; for to be quite plain with you, Pitman, I don't like your friend's appearance.' And with that the lawyer shuddered.

'Where can we put it ?' 'You might put it in the closet there--if you could bear to touch it,' answered the artist.
'Somebody has to do it, Pitman,' returned the lawyer; 'and it seems as if it had to be me.