"Perhaps you think you could get away?" he said.
The duke finished his whisky with some deliberation, and set down the
empty glass on the floor.
"Think!" he repeated. "I'm blinking well sure as no blinking salmon
rod would 'old me 'arf a blinking minit." ("Blinking" was not the
precise word that he used, but it will serve.)
Tommy turned to me with a grin.
"D'you feel like taking it on?" he asked.