"I told you—"
"You've said a lot of nothing. So you came here to offer me a legit?"
"Yes."
"It doesn't look good."
Clevis smiled calmly. He had the air of a man who knew what he was doing. He was medium tall, a sprinkle of gray in his hair and determined lines near the eyes and across the forehead. There was character in his face, but nothing to show whether this character was high or low. Just strong and no doubt about it. "I'm here, Farradyne, just because of the way it looks. The fact is that I need you. I know you're bitter, but—."
"Bitter!" roared Farradyne, getting to his feet and stalking across the wretched little room toward Clevis. "Bitter? My God! They haul me home on a shutter so they can give me a fair trial before they kick me out. You don't think I like it in this rat hole, do you?"
"No, I don't. But listen, will you?"
"Nobody listened to me, why should I listen to you?"
"Because I have something to say," said Clevis pointedly. "Do you want to hear it?"
"Go ahead."