“It is wrong to wish anybody dead—but that man—how I hate him!”
“He is a bad egg, yet we have to regard him as a mono-maniac.”
“You mean he is not quite right.”
“Most decidedly. He is off his balance.”
“I always thought so.”
“There is no doubt of it.”
Suddenly Kardofan entered the cabin, wearing a troubled expression.
“Anything wrong?” asked Harry.
“Yes, sahib, considerably so. The mist very thick. Can’t see your hand before your face. Call your lady friend, and look out.”
Clara had sunk to sleep again in a rocker.