"Oh well, if you only mean to threaten. But suppose he calls your bluff."
"He won't," she said. "I know him. And what's more, he knows me. I can always bluff the Archdeak. You see, one day, when I was twelve, I asked him to give me a bicycle and he refused; so I told him he would be sorry if he didn't do as I asked. I spoke in a peculiar kind of voice I'd invented, and now, whenever I threaten him, I always use it, so that he may remember and be wise."
"What did you do?" Dunkle asked.
"Well, the P.M. was dining with us that night, so just before dinner I emptied a bottle of red ink into the poor old Archdeak's port decanter, and he missed the bishopric he was after at the time by about fifty miles. Since then the Archdeak's been a little careful how he calls my bluffs. Depend upon it, we shall have no trouble
