"It isn´t nonsense! I hit him with a p-poker as hard as I could , and he f-fell and lay quite still."
"Where did you hit him?" demanded the Viscount.
"On the head," said Horatia.
The Viscount looked at Sir Roland. "D´you supposen she killed him, Pom?"
"Might have," said Sir Roland judicially.
"Lay you five to one she didn´t," offered the Viscount.
"Done!" said Sir Roland.
"Tell you what," said the Viscount suddenly. "I´m going to see."
Horatia caught him by the skirts of his coat. "No, you shan´t! You´ve got to take me home."
"Oh, very well," replied the Viscount, relinquishing his purpose. "But you´ve no business to go killing people with a poker at two in the morning. It ain´t genteel."
Sir Roland came unexpectedly to Horatia´s support. "Don´t see that," he said. "Why shouldn´t she hit [...] with a poker? You don´t like him. I don´t like him."
And to summon it up, when it comes to the question why she is in that particular street at two o´clock in the morning, killing people:
"She walked home," explained Sir Roland. "We were walking home, weren´t we? Very well, then? She walked home. Passed [...] house. Went in. Hit him on the head with a poker. Came out. Met us in the street. There you are. Plain as a pikestaff."
This gave me a laugh in the morning. Some scenes are just so good in this book, especially the ones with Horatia´s brother Pel (the Viscount) and his friend Pom.