“I’m not astonished at that.” Martin sat up. “Roberts!” he cried earnestly. “It’s imperative that you get your thoughts out of this channel!”
“There is no other channel,” interrupted the adviser. “I’m humiliated, degraded—but there is no other channel.”
“Very well,” said Martin. “I won’t try to persuade you to think differently then. But I do ask you to give me the real purpose of this call.”
“I came to warn you.”
“Against Carol, or yourself?”
Roberts did not answer. His face was set and all the color had drained out of it.
Martin observed him closely.
“You’ve had some bad nights, my friend.”
The adviser wiped his forehead.
“Yes. Bad nights. That I should live—for this!” He looked about him wildly.