"It's all right," said Sutton. "I'm glad it was some use to you."
"Getting any writing done these days, William?"
"No," said Sutton, "I gave up. I couldn't do it. I lost my notes, you see. I had it all figured out and I had it down on paper, and I thought maybe I could remember it, but I found I couldn't. It's no use trying."
John H.'s voice was a soft, low growl in the darkness. "You in any kind of trouble, William?"
"No," said Sutton. "Not exactly trouble."
"Anything I can do to help?"
"Not a thing," said Sutton.
"Let me know if there is," said the old man. "We'd do anything for you."
"Someday I may go away," said Sutton. "Maybe suddenly. If I do I wish you would forget me, forget I was ever here."
"That's what you wish, lad?"