Yet the younger man appeared to regard him with sullen fear.
"It's a sort of dirty, underhand thing to do, Fanwell," he was protesting to his companion.

"Not a bit clubby." Fanwell remained entirely unabashed beneath this surly reproof.
"Look here, Cooper!" He moved his chair a trifle closer.

"You don't have to do it--I can't make you.

But you know the consequences.

You know as well as I that the chief isn't doing favors for nothing.