You may find me useful, Mr.Green.I have no cause to wish this marplot well," he explained.
Mr.Caryll turned his back upon him, took off his coat and waistcoat.

He sat down while Mr.Green spread the garments upon the table, emptied out the pockets, turned down the cuffs, ripped up the satin linings.

He did it in a consummate fashion, very thoroughly.

Yet, though he parted the linings from the cloth, he did so in such a manner as to leave the garments easily repairable.
Mr.Caryll watched him with interest and appreciation, and what time he watched he was wondering might it not be better straightway to place the spy in possession of the letter, and thus destroy himself and Lord Ostermore, at the same time--and have done with the task on which he was come to England.

It seemed almost an easy way out of the affair.