"Suppose my price is a million dollars.

Suppose I need money very badly and my uncle has left me a house containing that amount in cash.

Suppose I choose to consider that that money is mine--then it wouldn't be hard to suppose, would it, that I'd make a pretty sincere attempt to get away with it ?" Dale summoned all her fortitude.
"If you go out of this room with that paper I'll scream for help!" she said defiantly.
Fleming made a little mock-bow of courtesy.

He smiled.
"To carry on our little game of supposing," he said easily, "suppose there is a detective in this house--and that, if I were cornered, I should tell him where to lay his hands on Jack Bailey.

Do you suppose you would scream ?" Dale's hands dropped, powerless, at her sides.