"No, I don't," Admaston said shortly.
Collingwood drummed upon the carpet with his left foot.
"Admaston!" he said.
Admaston turned round to him, and his face became, for the first time, suffused with blood.
The quiet grey eyes blazed with anger; the big, capable face was transformed into a single accusation. The voice, at last, was directly accusing. It was wonderful in its pain, its suppressed horror, its certain purpose.
"I don't believe a single word I have heard since I have come into this room," he said.
Lord Ellerdine took a step towards the Minister. "By God! Admaston," he said.
Lady Attwill ran up to Lord Ellerdine and caught him by the arm.
"Dicky, keep quiet," she said in a frightened but very decisive voice.
"You have lied—you lied to me on the telephone last night."