“I would take your message back to Mr. Van Aldin,” said Knighton unemotionally. “Is that your answer?”
“No,” said Derek; “funnily enough it is not. You can go back to my father-in-law and tell him to take himself and his bribes to hell. Is that clear?”
“Perfectly,” said Knighton. He got up, hesitated, and then flushed. “I—you will allow me to say, Mr. Kettering, that I am glad you have answered as you have.”
Derek did not reply. When the other had left the room he remained for a minute or two lost in thought. A curious smile came to his lips.
“And that is that,” he said softly.