He waited in suspense.

Thresk pushed his chair back suddenly and came forward from behind the table.
"Ask your questions," he said.
"You consent to answer them ?" Mr.Hazlewood cried joyously, and Thresk replied with coldness: "I must.

For if I don't consent your suspicions at once are double what they were.

But I am not pleased." "Oh, we practised a little diplomacy," said Hazlewood, making light of his offence.
"Diplomacy!" For the first time a gleam of anger shone in Thresk's eyes.
"You have got me to your house by a trick.

You have abused your position as my host.