"Be so good as to sit down in that easy-chair." Mr.Horser hesitated.

For one moment he stood as though about to carry out his first intention.

He stood glaring at his opponent, his face contracted into a snarl, his whole appearance hideous, almost bestial.
Mr.Sabin smiled upon him contemptuously--the maddening, compelling smile of the born aristocrat.
"Sit down!" Mr.Horser sat down, whereupon Mr.Sabin followed suit.
"Now what have you to say to me ?" Mr.Sabin asked quietly.
"I want that report," was the dogged answer.
"You will not have it," Mr.Sabin answered.

"You can take that for granted.

You shall not take it from me by force, and I will see that you do not charm it out of my pocket by other means.