I don't believe there'll be any need.

And it doesn't matter the value of that pen that's shaking so in your hand to me if an innocent man suffers--if he's innocent o' that, he's guilty o' something else.

You're safe with me." Cotherstone flung the pen on the floor and stamped on it.

And Mallalieu laughed cynically and walked slowly across to the door.
"You're a fool, Cotherstone," he said.

"Go on a bit more like that, and you'll let it all out to somebody 'at 'll not keep secrets as I can.
Cool yourself, man, cool yourself!" "Hang you!" shouted Cotherstone.