You want to kill people, that's wot YOU want; but you want to do it in kid gloves, and it can't be done that w'y.

Murder ain't genteel, it ain't easy, it ain't safe, and it tykes a man to do it.

'Ere's the man.' 'Huish!' began the captain with energy; and then stopped, and remained staring at him with corrugated brows.
'Well, hout with it!' said Huish.

''Ave you anythink else to put up?
Is there any other chanst to try ?' The captain held his peace.
'There you are then!' said Huish with a shrug.
Davis fell again to his pacing.
'Oh, you may do sentry-go till you're blue in the mug, you won't find anythink else,' said Huish.
There was a little silence; the captain, like a man launched on a swing, flying dizzily among extremes of conjecture and refusal.
'But see,' he said, suddenly pausing.

'Can you?
Can the thing be done?
It--it can't be easy.' 'If I get within twenty foot of 'im it'll be done; so you look out,' said Huish, and his tone of certainty was absolute.
'How can you know that ?' broke from the captain in a choked cry.