`Allthisisgoodtofrightenchildrenwith，’hesaid。`I’llhaveyouyet。’
Itwasverywellsaid，withoutscorn，withanalmostausterequietness。
`Doubtless，’wastheanswer;`butthere’snotimelikethepresent，believeme。Foramanofrealconvictionsthisisafineopportunityofself—sacrifice。Youmaynotfindanothersofavourable，sohumane。Thereisn’tevenacathearus，andthesecondemnedoldhouseswouldmakeagoodheapofbrickswhereyoustand。You’llnevergetmeatsolittlecosttolifeandproperty，whichyouarepaidtoprotect。’
`Youdon’tknowwhoyou’respeakingto，’saidChiefInspectorHeat，firmly。`IfIweretolaymyhandsonyounowIwouldbenobetterthanyourself。’
`Ah！Thegame！’