But he said in the same tone as before: "I am not going to answer insolent questions." Gedge turned to me with the air of a man giving up argument with a child.
"What do you think of it, Major Meredyth ?" What could I say?
I had kept a grim iron face all through the proceedings.

I could only reply: "I agree entirely with Sir Anthony." Gedge rose and thrust his hand into his jacket pocket.

"You gentlemen are hard to convince.

If you want proof positive, just read that." And he held a letter out to Sir Anthony.
Sir Anthony glared at him and abruptly plucked the letter out of his hand; for the fraction of a second he stood irresolute; then he threw it behind him into the blazing fire.
"Do you think I'm going to soil my mind with your dirty forgeries ?" Gedge laughed.

"You think you've queered my pitch, I suppose.