For a wonderful moment Olva felt that he was about to tell Craven everything. A flood of words rose to his lips—he seemed, for an instant, to be rising with a great joyous freedom, as did Christian when he had dropped his burden, to a new honesty, a high deliverance.
Then he remembered Margaret Craven.
"You take my advice, Craven, and get your nerves straight. They're in a shocking condition."
Craven went to the door and turned.
"You can tell nothing?"
"Nothing."
"I will never rest until I know who murdered Carfax."
He closed the door behind him and was gone.