It was possible, of course, to explain matters more fully to the baronet than to Iris, and Anstruther's fierce resentment of the cruel wrong inflicted upon him blazed forth with overwhelming force.

The intensity of his wrath in no way impaired the cogency of his arguments.

Rather did it lend point and logical brevity.

Each word burned itself into his hearer's consciousness, for Robert did not know that the unfortunate father was being coerced to a distasteful compact by the scoundrel who figured in the narrative as his evil genius.
At the conclusion Sir Arthur bowed his head between his hands.
"I cannot choose but believe you," he admitted huskily.

"Yet how came you to be so unjustly convicted by a tribunal composed of your brother officers ?" "They could not help themselves.