"For the third time—the story's dead."
"Did Roger—?"
"He knows nothing about it."
"Then you—it was you?"
"Yes—it was I." The Judge never forgot the unutterable hopelessness of Good's tone as those four words crept slowly from him.
"How can I ever...." The old man made for Good, his hand outstretched. But the latter recoiled.
"I'd rather you wouldn't. You owe me—nothing."
The Judge hesitated, not knowing what to do or say. Good was the first to speak, a subtle note in his voice, not easy to analyse.
"That liability law," he said abruptly. "It's constitutional?"
"I—er—think so."