My man became painfully acquainted with the toe of a boot.

It was thick, sir; and it was Hardyman's." "I will run the risk of the boot," Moody replied, in his quiet way.
"And put the question to Hardyman ?" "Yes." "Very good," said Sharon.

"If you get your answer from his tongue, instead of his boot, the case is cleared up--unless I have made a complete mess of it.

Look here, Moody! If you want to do me a good turn, tell the lawyer that the guinea-opinion was the right one.

Let him know that _he_ was the fool, not you, when he buttoned up his pockets and refused to trust me.