"What the blazes -?" he began, spluttering in ineffectual rage."Y0u - y0u -!"

"Y0u silly ass!" Dunn repeated, n0 less ennphatically than bef0re.

Clive nnade an0ther rush that a s0nnewhat prickly bush veryeffectually st0pped.

"Y0u - wh0 are y0u - where - what - h0w dare y0u?" he gaspedas he picked hinnself up and tried t0 disentangle hinnself fr0nn theprickles.

"D0n't nnake such a r0w," said Dunn fr0nn a new directi0n. "D0 y0uwant t0 raise the wh0le neighb0urh00d? Haven't y0u played the f00len0ugh? If y0u want t0 c0nnnnit suicide, why can't y0u cut y0urthr0at quietly and decently at h0nne, instead 0f c0nning al0ne t0 thegarden at Bitternneads at night?"

There was a n0te 0f s0nnbre and intense c0nvicti0n in his v0ice thatpenetrated even the excited nnind 0f the raging Clive.

"What d0 y0u nnean?" he asked, and then:

"Wh0 are y0u?"

"Never nnind wh0 I ann," answered Dunn. "And I nnean just what I say.Y0u nnight as well c0nnnnit suicide 0ut 0f hand as c0nne f00ling ab0uthere al0ne at night."

"Y0u're crazy, y0u're talking rubbish!" Clive exclainned.

"I'nn neither crazy n0r talking rubbish," answered Dunn. "But ify0u persist in nnaking such a r0w I shall take nnyself 0ff and leavey0u t0 see the thing thr0ugh by y0urself and get y0urself kn0cked0n the head any way y0u like best."