"It's a risky business, Robert," he said, in his grave voice, "but I believe you're the man for it."
"I suppose," said Trevelyan, "if it hadn't been me it would have been Pearson."
"I suppose so, but Pearson couldn't do it."
"Neither may I."
"You will," said Stewart.
After a little, he went on, speaking as though to himself.
"I wish to God—"
He did not finish his sentence.
Trevelyan shook off the hand on his shoulder.
"I understand, and—I'm grateful, of course, and all that, but if you'd leave me alone for awhile. There is a letter or two and—"