For Kitely sat straight up and looked the junior partner squarely in the face.
"Better not, Mr.Cotherstone!" he said, with a grin that showed his yellow teeth.

"You can't very well choke the life out of me in your own office, can you?
You couldn't hide my old carcase as easily as you and Mallalieu hid those Building Society funds, you know.

So--be calm! I'm a reasonable man--and getting an old man." He accompanied the last words with a meaning smile, and Cotherstone took a turn or two about the room, trying to steady himself.

And Kitely presently went on again, in the same monotonous tones: "Think it all out--by all means," he said.

"I don't suppose there's a soul in all England but myself knows your secret--and Mallalieu's.