"But if the break comes he'll need you. And he's the sort of man who doesn't hesitate to take what he needs."
"Too remote," said Norman, and his despondent gesture showed how quickly hope had lighted up. "Besides, Billy, I've lost my nerve. I'm no good."
"But you've gotten over that—that attack of insanity."
Norman shook his head.
"I can't understand it," ejaculated Tetlow.
"Of course you can't," said Norman. "But—there it is."
"You haven't seen her lately?"
"Not since that day ... Billy, she hasn't—" Norman stopped, and Tetlow saw that his hands were trembling with agitation, and marveled.
"Oh, no," replied Tetlow. "So far as I know, she's still respectable. But—why don't you go to see her? I think you'd be cured."
"Why do you say that?" demanded Norman, the veins in his forehead bulging with the fury he was ready to release.