Again Eddy glanced at him.
“Did you—what did they say—over at the house?” he asked.
“Oh, nothing much!”
He observed, with satisfaction, that this answer alarmed Eddy.
“Well, lissen here,” he said. “Who did you tell? Old Jones?”
“I don’t remember,” Ross declared.
“But—” Eddy began, and stopped.
“I’m going to turn in now,” said Ross. “Afraid you’ll have to put up with the chair again tonight.”
He crossed the room to the couch and lay down there. He was only partly undressed, and he put his shoes beside him, and his overcoat across his feet, because, in this nightmare existence, he had to be prepared for every impossible emergency.
“But I’ll get some sleep anyhow!” he thought, defiantly.