"Ah!"
The exclamation sprang from Glynn's lips before he could check it. Here to him was the explanation of Thresk's illusions. But he was sorry that he had not kept silent. For he saw Thresk staring angrily at him.
"What did you mean by your 'Ah'?" Thresk asked roughly.
"Merely that I had seen a line about your illness in a newspaper," Glynn explained hastily.
Thresk leaned back satisfied.
"Yes," he resumed. "I broke down. I had had a hard life, you see, and I was paying for it. I am right enough now, however," and his voice rose in a challenge to Glynn to contradict him.
Nothing was further from Glynn's thoughts.
"Of course," he said quickly.
"I saw Channing's death in the obituary column whilst I was lying in bed, and, to tell you the truth, I was relieved by it."
"But I thought you said you didn't mind about Channing?" Glynn interrupted, and Thresk laughed with a little discomfort.