"However, if I hadn't much to say to your wife and daughter, I have a word or two to say to you, so fill up your glass and listen." Da Souza obeyed, but without heartiness.

He stretched himself out in his chair and looked down thoughtfully at the large expanse of shirt-front, in the centre of which flashed an enormous diamond.
"I've been into the City to-day as you know," Trent continued, "and I found as I expected that you have been making efforts to dispose of your share in the Bekwando Syndicate." "I can assure you--" "Oh rot!" Trent interrupted.

"I know what I'm talking about.

I won't have you sell out.

Do you hear?
If you try it on I'll queer the market for you at any risk.