Under normal conditions Winifred would merely have locked her door and let him sleep it off, but torturing suspense about her pearls had caused her to wait up for him.
Taking a small revolver from his pocket and holding on to the dining table, he told her at once that he did not care a cursh whether she lived s'long as she was quiet; but he himself wash tired o' life.
Winifred, holding onto the other side of the dining table, answered: "Don't be a clown, Monty.

Have you been to Scotland Yard ?" Placing the revolver against his chest, Dartie had pulled the trigger several times.

It was not loaded.

Dropping it with an imprecation, he had muttered: "For shake o' the children," and sank into a chair.
Winifred, having picked up the revolver, gave him some soda water.

The liquor had a magical effect.