"I waited where you told me till I was tired.

Perhaps you will oblige me by explaining your purpose." He muttered something, but without comprehending its purport I went on threateningly: "And I think you made use of the word _spy_ just now.

Did you mistake me for another ?" "Mistake you?
No; I'd know you in hell," he burst forth, anger making his voice tremble.

"I called you a spy, and you are one, you sneaking night rat.

You never waited for me in the parlor; if you had you'd now be under arrest." "Oh, so that was the plan ?" "Yes, that was it, Mister Lieutenant Fortesque." "Well, Grant," I said sternly, "I've got just one answer to make you.