“It’ll fix him,” Nolan chuckled. “He’ll never sleep sound ag’in!”
“And he won’t be such a pet at headquarters,” Nevins added. “In fact, I think his connection with the P. & O. will end then and there.”
“O’ course,” Nolan assented. “But it ain’t that I’m thinkin’ of so much. It’s of him thinkin’ an’ worryin’ an’ goin’ crazy about it. Mebbe he’ll kill hisself!”
Even Nevins, hardened as he was, could not repress a shudder as he saw Nolan’s countenance convulsed with horrible mirth. There was something revolting and fiendish about it. He turned quickly and blew out the light.
“Come on,” he said, almost harshly. “Get to bed. It’s nearly midnight.”
But even after they were in bed, he could hear Nolan chuckling ecstatically to himself, and shrank away from him in disgust.