I say no more, except that I recommend you to keep your head on your shoulders, by troubling it about nothing but the list there in your hand.

Stick to that literally, and nobody can blame you.

Make a fuss about mysteries that don't concern you, and--" Lomaque stopped, and holding his hand edgewise, let it drop significantly over the hunchback's head.

That action and the hints which preceded it seemed to bewilder the little man more than ever.

He stared perplexedly at Lomaque; uttered a word or two of rough apology to his subordinate, and rolling his misshapen head portentously, walked away with the death-list crumpled up nervously in his hand.
"I should like to have a sight of them, and see if they really are the same man and woman whom I looked after yesterday morning in the waiting-room," said Lomaque, putting his hand on the cell door, just as the deputy-jailer was about to close it again.
"Look in, by all means," said the man.