But I don't mind assuring you that my accomplices were innocent accomplices.

It is absurdly easy for a man like me to impose on underlings--absurdly easy.' 'What did you intend to do with the corpse ultimately ?' Racksole pursued his inquiry with immovable countenance.
'Who knows ?' said Rocco, twisting his beautiful moustache.

'That would have depended on several things--on your police, for instance.

But probably in the end we should have restored this mortal clay'-- again he jerked his elbow--'to the man's sorrowing relatives.' 'Do you know who the relatives are ?' 'Certainly.

Don't you?
If you don't I need only hint that Dimmock had a Prince for his father.' 'It seems to me,' said Racksole, with cold sarcasm, 'that you behaved rather clumsily in choosing this bedroom as the scene of your operations.' 'Not at all,' said Rocco.