"Why," said he, "I myself experienced the tortures of the Inquisition in that room you see yonder."
"What are those affairs in sight?" I asked.
"I played roulette there, and was broken at the wheel."
Although I never went through a similar experience I could sympathize with Craigie.
Leaving out the wheel part of it, his condition has usually been a constitutional failing of mine, and was that morning when I called at the office of the Sunday paper.
Now, if there is anything I dislike it's to see an editor show his temper.
Some of them are really too provoking.
So when I happened in and found the man who runs the comic supplement frothing at the mouth I tried to soothe him.