If Whitmore had known enough to hang him, Whitmore wouldn't have gone in awe of him.
And what Whitmore don't know, Whitmore can't tell." All this while the prisoner had kept absolute silence; had stood motionless, except that his eyes turned from one speaker to another, and now and then seemed to seek Archibald Plinlimmon's--who, however, refused to return the look.

But now he twisted his battered mouth into something like an appreciative grin.
"Bravo, Madam!" said he.

"You've the wits of the company, if you'll take my compliments." "I misdoubt they're interested ones," she answered drily, and so addressed herself again to Mr.Rogers.

"Let the man go: you've drawn his sting.

If ever he opens his mouth on to-night's work, we've a plum or two to pop into it.