"I have no objection.

It is a mere question of expediency; do not consider me in the matter.

Do what you think is right," he added, emphasising the last word, and meeting Screw's glance boldly enough.

Screw looked at him for a moment or two in silence, and then turned his eyes away.

There was the faintest reflection of a smile on his yellow face, and the expression became him well.