West, lad, I never yet wanted to kill a man." "Of course not, and you don't now!" "That's quite correct, lad; but I should like to be a grand inquisitor sitting on Master Anson for his renegade ways and superintending in the torture-chamber.

My word, shouldn't he have the question of the water; no, the rack; or better still, the extraction of his nails.

Stop a minute: I think hanging from the ceiling by his wrists with a weight attached to his ankles, and a grand finish-off with the question of fire would be more fitting.

Bless him for a walking tallow sausage, wouldn't he burn!" "Ugh! Don't be such a savage!" cried West angrily.

"You wouldn't do anything of the kind.