"He heard things which I could not hear."
"Did he say what they were?"
"Trumpets."
"Anything else?"
"When he heard them, his eyes…"
Valerie hesitated.
"Yes?"
"—were the eyes of a fanatic."
There was a long silence, while the pen was busy upon the broad sheet.
Then—
"He should be seen," said Sir Willoughby, "by a specialist without his knowing it. I can't go down. Later, I may be of use. I hope you won't need me. The obvious thing to do is to get him away. But, if you can't do that, no one can—peaceably. D'you think you could try again?"