"No!" he said, furiously, "and neither would you have been, if you'd
known him. Great hulking bully that he was! I tell you, I've seen the man
use his influence upon this boy here, until--fine, upstanding chap that
he is (and I've known him and his people ever since he was a baby) he
succeeded in making him as weak as a hysterical girl--and gloated over
it, too!"
Cleek drew in a quiet breath, and gave his shoulders the very slightest
of twitches, to show that he was listening.
"Very interesting, Doctor, as psychological studies of the kind go," he
said, smoothly, stroking his chin and looking down at the bowed shoulders
of the man in the arm chair, with something almost like sorrow in his
eyes. "But we've got to get down to brass tacks, you know. This thing's
serious. It's got to be proved. If it can't be--well, it's going to be
mighty awkward for Sir Nigel. Now, let's hear the thing straight out from
the person most interested, please. I don't like to appear thoughtless in
any way, but this is a serious admission you've just made.
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