'I expect you would,' she said. A small cynical smile twisted her mouth. 'I expect you would,' she repeated. 'But these things do not come within your province, Mr Callaghan.'
He began to grin.
'You think you're sittin' pretty, don't you?' he said. 'I suppose you think you've got me bull-dozed like the other men you've met. Like old Riverton—an' he was a cute old bird too, you must have been dam' good to pull the wool over his eyes—an' possibly Jake Raffano, who thought he was goin' to get away with a packet of money an' only succeeded in winnin' himself a slug through the heart.'
He got up and took a cigarette from the box on the mantelpiece. He lit it slowly, stood with his back to the fire blowing smoke rings, his eyes on her face.
'I suppose you think that because I've squared old
