One would imagine--" Starling struck the table a blow with his fist which set the glasses jingling.
"D--n it, stop, Sabatini!" he exclaimed.

"Do you want to--" He broke off abruptly.

He looked towards Arnold.

He was breathing heavily.

His sudden fit of passion had brought an unwholesome flush of color to his cheeks.
"Why should I stop ?" Sabatini proceeded, mercilessly.