"You will inform us please w'ere you fin' this."
"Me?" said Robert Matcham with concentrated vehemence. "I'll see you fry in hell!"
The other's suavity fell away from him like a disguise. His teeth showed white in his beard; he gesticulated and the shadow behind him danced with fury.
"In 'ell! In 'ell? Look out! Tha's a place—tha's a place w'ere people speak out of their mouths the way they are told! They make you talk in 'ell, mister, whether you like or not!"
He controlled himself with a strong effort.
"Sir, why you should demand so peevish to be sorry? You got no business with that coin—no; not one damn little affair. What does it make to you? Be nize, now."
Robert Matcham only glowered at him.
"It was by Machico. Yes? Tell me anyways it was near Machico. It must 'ave been. Tell me that."
"No!" said Robert Matcham.
"No?" But once again he clutched his beard. "You want money to tell? Put your price."