"Look here, Wrayson," he said, "you appreciate plain speaking, don't you?"
Wrayson nodded. Heneage continued:
"You can go to hell with your questions! You understand that? It's plain English."
"Admirably simple," Wrayson answered, "and perfectly satisfactory."
"What do you mean?"
"It answers my question," Wrayson declared quietly.
Heneage shrugged his shoulders.
"You can get what satisfaction you like out of it," he said doggedly.
"It isn't much," Wrayson admitted. "I wish I could induce you to treat me a little more generously."
Heneage looked at him with a curious gleam in his eyes.