Any fool could call a spade a spade.

The natural ambition would be to find something more flowery and yet equally descriptive." Guy Oscard subsided into a monosyllabic sound.
"I believe implicitly in this scheme," he went on, after a pause.

"It is a certain fact that the men who can supply pure Simiacine have only to name their price for it.

They will make a fortune, and I believe that Durnovo knows where it is growing in quantities." "I cannot see how it would pay him to deceive us in the matter.

That is the best way of looking at it," murmured Jack reflectively.