He is unarmed." "Armed or unarmed," said the superintendent, "I'm going to search him," and directly after a quick pair of hands were busy going through the suspect's pockets.
"Urrr!" he growled, showing his white teeth between his thick red lips, as he cast off thoroughly the mask of servile humility he had previously worn; "it's lucky for you that I am unarmed.

But search away.

Go on.
I'll have heavy damages for this dastardly assault and defamation of character, and the public shall know all about the games carried on by this beautiful diamond syndicate.

Curse you all--masters and men! You shall pay for it, and, as for you, John Ingleborough, look out for yourself.

Yes, and you too, Oliver West, you miserable sneak.