“Don’t be angry with me, Cyril,” he said, penitently. “I was a fool to do it, I know. But I was so upset last night—I scarcely knew what I was doing.”
“But why did you take it?”
But again it was Cassels who answered him.
“He told me on the way here why he had taken it. He was afraid you would find the—the other man and kill him.”
Gascoyne’s face cleared a little.
“In any case, it was a damned silly thing to do,” he said.
“I know it was,” said Bruton, “but you’ve forgiven me, haven’t you? It’s up at my place—I’ll get it you this afternoon or some time to-morrow. Look here, Cyril. Why not come and stay with me? I’ve plenty of room. It’ll be a change for you.”
“Thanks. But I don’t want a change. As a matter of fact, I’m damned tired. I think I’ll go to sleep.”
He was still holding his revolver, but now he put it down on the dressing-table with a gesture of disgust.
“I’ll not go with you to Eleusis,” he added. “Use my car, won’t you? You’ll find it round at the hotel garage, and Eurinikos will drive you if you want him. I’ll call for you to-night after dinner, and we’ll all go together to the Acropolis.”