CLAV. (firmly). The book's all right and I don't allow such language, Charlie.
CHARLIE (bitterly). I could have staked my life on your sincerity. I—I hope you got a good price for your silence, Dr. Clavering.
CLAV. Don't be a fool. I tell you I'm not going to be silent. The book will appear right enough, and there'll be a note in it to say that the respirator's in use at Thompson's works.
CHARLIE (staggered). What!
CLAV. Yes. Come, now, haven't we got what we wanted? Isn't it worth while to be bribed?
CHARLIE (recovering himself). Not by that man.
CLAV. Oh, you're an extremist. (Crossing over to fire.)
CHARLIE. Yes, where Thompson's concerned I am. (By door c.)
CLAV. Well, I'm not. His way's only relatively bad and if he adopts the respirator—
CHARLIE (interrupting). His way is the way of the slave-driver. He trades in the lives of men.