Craven sat down. He peered at Chambers through thick-lensed glasses.
"I haven't much time,” he declared acidly.
"Cigar?” Chambers offered.
"Never smoke."
"A drink, then?"
"You know I don't drink,” snapped Craven.
"Doctor,” said Chambers, “you're the least sociable man I've ever known. What do you do to enjoy yourself?"
"I work,” said Craven. “I find it interesting."
"You must. You even begrudge the time it takes to talk with me."
"I won't deny it. What do you want this time?"