"Fortunately," George said, "Lambert and his sister share that supernal knowledge. They'll believe me."
He stood up.
"That's all. You know what to expect. Just one thing more."
He spoke softly, without any apparent passion, but he displayed before the man in the chair his two hands.
"If necessary I'd stop you marrying Sylvia Planter with those."
Dalrymple got to his feet, struggled to assume a cloak of bravado.
"Won't put up with such threats. Actionable——"
"Give me your decision," George said, harshly. "Will you keep away from her? If there is really an understanding, will you so arrange things that she can destroy it immediately? Come. Yes or no?"
"Give me that key."
George shrugged his shoulders.