Perhaps he was vouchsafed some intuition that this man was to be feared, but Clancy remained unemotional as a Sioux Indian.

When he spoke, it was with a certain dignity, and, oddly enough, his words, though uttered in English, savored of a literal translation from the French mint which coined them.
"Monsieur," he said, "I am a man who regards loyalty to his friends before all." "An excellent quality, even in a criminal, if your friends are loyal to you," replied Steingall with equal seriousness of manner.
"But the woman who betrayed us--may she be eaten up with cancer!--is not my friend.

Those others are." "I have met with no woman.

I have good reason to think that you have no real notion of the influences which led your Hungarian friends, as you call them, to commit a murder.

But I rather respect your sentiment, so, to give you one final chance, I tell you now just how you were brought into this thing.