"
For a moment I was speechless. Pasquale put himself in front of
me.
"Steady on, Ordeyne."
"Sir," said I, "I found this young lady destitute in the streets
of London. She is my wife and therefore a British subject; so
you can take yourself and your infamous insinuations to the
devil, and the quicker the better."
"Or there'll be two of us engaged in the killing," said Pasquale.
Hamdi again exchanged a few sentences in Turkish with Carlotta,
and then smiled upon us with the same unruffeled suavity.
_"Au revoir, Mesdames et Messieurs."_ With a courteous salute he
shuffled back towards the stall-entrance.
The tension over, Carlotta broke from me and clutched Pasquale by
the arm.
"Oh, kill him, kill him, kill him!" she cried in a passionate
whisper.
He freed himself gently and took out a cigarette case.
"Scarcely necessary. He'll soon die." And turning to me he
added: "Not a sound organ in his body. Besides, it seems to me
that if there is any murdering to be done, it's the business of
Sir Marcus.
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