"If you could get me more on my side—that's better."
Mackenzie leaned over him.
"Don't try to talk to Trevelyan just yet," he suggested.
"I must. If you'd all leave us for a little—"
"You won't wait?"
Stewart looked straight into Mackenzie's eyes.
"There's no waiting; there's no 'yet'—is there?" he asked.
Mackenzie stared at the covering on the bed.
"You're pretty sick," he said, very slowly, and he tried to say something else, but the words refused to come.
He turned and went out of the room and Vaughan and the officers followed him.