“Right,” said Cassels.
“But are you sure you’ll be able to sleep?” asked Bruton, involuntarily glancing at the revolver.
“Of course I shall be able to sleep,” answered Gascoyne, irritably; “why the hell shouldn’t I?” He hesitated a moment. “Well, good-bye for the present,” he added, in a matter-of-fact voice.
“See you to-night, then,” said Cassels, smiling frankly.
The two friends left Gascoyne, Bruton closing the door in careful silence. Out in the street, he asked:
“What do you think of him?”
“Look here, Harry,” said Cassels, “let’s not talk about it at all. If you think you ought to stay with him we’ll wait downstairs until he wakes up. But if you think he can be safely left, let’s go out for the day together and forget all about him. With a chap like that you don’t know how much is sincere and how much is acting. Probably the poor devil doesn’t know himself.”
“But he’s got his revolver with him!”
“Yes, he has. What then?”
“He may use it.”