Your real name is Flood! What have you to say to that?
And--it's no use beating about the bush--what have you to say about this Braden affair, and your share with Folliot in it, whose real name is Wraye.

It's all come out about the two of you.

If you've anything to say, you'd better say it." The verger, whose black gown lay thrown across the back of a chair, looked from one face to another with frightened eyes.

It was very evident that the suddenness of the descent had completely unnerved him.
Ransford's practised eyes saw that he was on the verge of a collapse.
"Give him time, Mitchington," he said.

"Pull yourself together," he added, turning to the man.