“No, no, no! Can’t you hear me? She’s all right. Gardy! Old man. You know me, don’t you?”
I returned to sanity. Chanler was grimly trying to smile.
“What have I been saying?” I gasped.
“Oh, nothing.” He tried to pass it off carelessly. “Nothing—nothing at all.”
“Tell me.”
“Oh, just about Brack and Betty; you thought he’d got her.”
He looked away.
“What else?”
“Oh, shut up, Gardy! You were out of your head. D’you s’pose I paid any attention to what you were saying? Now drop that. How are you feeling?”
“Embarrassed,” I replied.