"You dare! Well, I am going to speak plain English to you.
Voice won't do.

We have no use for your voice.

We don't want a voice.
We want facts--startling facts--damn you," he added, with a sort of ferocious discretion, right into Mr Verloc's face.
"Don't you try to come over me with your Hyperborean manners," Mr Verloc defended himself huskily, looking at the carpet.

At this his interlocutor, smiling mockingly above the bristling bow of his necktie, switched the conversation into French.
"You give yourself for an 'agent provocateur.' The proper business of an 'agent provocateur' is to provoke.

As far as I can judge from your record kept here, you have done nothing to earn your money for the last three years." "Nothing!" exclaimed Verloc, stirring not a limb, and not raising his eyes, but with the note of sincere feeling in his tone.