You can put it, if you like, that I am afraid.
I want to get out.

Nothing would give me greater pleasure, if such a thing were possible, than to send this pocket-book and its contents anonymously to Scotland Yard, and never hear about them again." She listened to him with unchanged face.

Yet for some moments after he had finished speaking she was thoughtful.
"You may be speaking the truth," she said.

"If so, I have been deceived.

You are not quite the sort of man I did believe you were.
What you tell me is amazing, but it may be true." "It is the truth," Laverick repeated calmly.
"Listen," she said, after a brief pause.