I gather that a small league of men has been formed within a mile of the Houses of Parliament, who, whatever their motives may be, have been guilty of treasonable and traitorous communication with the enemy." "Strictly speaking, you are, without doubt, perfectly right," Julian acknowledged.
Mr.Stenson switched on an electric light.
"Sit down, Orden," he invited.

"There is no need for us to stand glaring at one another.

There is enough of real importance in the nature of our interview without making melodrama of it." The Prime Minister threw himself into an easy chair.

Julian, with a little sigh of relief, selected a high-backed oak chair and rested his foot upon a hassock.

Hannaway Wells remained standing upon the hearthrug.
"Straight into the heart of it, please, Orden," Mr.Stenson begged.