Presently he gave his shoulders the characteristic little shake which presaged the dismissal of some recalcitrant secret thought, and went on in quick, practical tones.
"I don't want to go out leaving a lot of loose ends behind me--a tangle for you to unravel.

So, since the fiat has gone forth--McPherson's a sound man and knows his job--let's face it together, little old pal.

It will mean your leaving Barrow, you know," he added tentatively.
Sara nodded, her face rather white.
"Yes, I know.

I shan't care--then." "Oh yes, you will"-- with shrewd wisdom.

"It will be an extra drop in the bucket, you'll find, when the time comes.