"Sit down, Fentiman. Yes, I must. Don't you see I must? We can't suppress things. It always means trouble. It's not even as though they hadn't got their eyes on us already. They're suspicious——"
"Yes, and why?" burst out Robert, violently. "Who put it into their heads?... For God's sake don't start talking about law and justice! Law and justice! You'd sell your best friend for the sake of making a sensational appearance in the witness-box, you infernal little police spy!"
"Chuck that, Fentiman!"
"I'll not chuck it! You'd go and give away a man to the police—when you know perfectly well he isn't responsible—just because you can't afford to be mixed up in anything unpleasant. I know you. Nothing's too dirty for you to meddle in, provided you can pose as the pious little friend of justice. You make me sick!"
"I tried to keep out of this——"
"You tried!—don't be a blasted hypocrite! You get out of it now, and stay out—do you hear?"
"Yes, but listen a moment——"
"Get out!" said Robert.
Wimsey stood up.
"I know how you feel, Fentiman——"