But I hardened my heart. I remembered how Morse and Juanita had suffered for two years at this man's hands. I remembered four murders, to my own knowledge, and I shrugged my shoulders.
"I can't help that. You have made your bed, and you must lie upon it."
"But such a bed!" he murmured, and his head fell forward on his chest.
His arms were bound at the elbow, but he could move the lower portion, and he now brought his right hand to his face.
"I'll telephone," said Bill, and went to the wall by the door where hung the instrument.
I sat gloomily watching the man in the chair.
What was he doing? His jaw was moving up and down. He seemed biting at his wrist.
Suddenly there was a slight, tearing, ripping noise, followed by a jerk backwards of his head and a deep intake of the breath.
"What is he doing?" Rolston said, turning round with the receiver of the telephone at his ear.
Midwinter held out his arm. I saw that the braid round the cuff of his morning coat was hanging in a little strip.