"Look,” Wilson whimpered, “I didn't think of what it meant. I just was tired of working the way Page made me work. Tired of the little salary I got. I wanted money. I was hungry for money."
"So you sold us out,” said Manning.
"No,” cried Wilson, “I didn't think of it that way. I didn't stop to think."
"Think now, then,” said Manning gravely. “Think of this. No matter where you are, no matter where you go, no matter what you do, I'll always be watching you, I'll never let you rest. I'll never give you a minute's peace."
"Please,” pleaded Wilson. “Please, go away and leave me. I'll give you back the money… there's some of it left."
"You sold out for twenty thousand,” said Manning. “You could have gotten twenty million. Chambers would have paid that much to know what you could tell him, because it was worth twenty billion."
Wilson's breath was coming in panting gasps. He dropped his coat and backed away. The back of his knees collided with a chair and he folded up, sat down heavily, still staring at the gray mistiness that was a man.
"Think of that, Wilson,” Manning went on sneeringly. “You could have been a millionaire. Maybe even a billionaire. You could have had all the fine things these other people have. But you only got twenty thousand."
"What can I do?” begged Wilson.
The misty face split in a sardonic grin.