I'm not sure I like his being able to do so." She was silent in the misgiving which she shared with him, but she said: "I wonder how far it has gone with him and Miss Triscoe ?" "Well, from his wanting you to give his message to the general in the plural--" "Don't laugh! It's wicked to laugh! It's heartless!" she cried, hysterically.

"What will he do, poor fellow ?" "I've an idea that he will light on his feet, somehow.

But, at any rate, he's doing the right thing in going to own up to Stoller." "Oh, Stoller! I care nothing for Stoller! Don't speak to me of Stoller!" Burnamy fond the Bird of Prey, as he no longer had the heart to call him, walking up and down in his room like an eagle caught in a trap.

He erected his crest fiercely enough, though, when the young fellow came in at his loudly shouted, "Herein!" "What do you want ?" he demanded, brutally.
This simplified Burnamy's task, while it made it more loathsome.

He answered not much less brutally, "I want to tell you that I think I used you badly, that I let you betray yourself, that I feel myself to blame." He could have added, "Curse you!" without change of tone.
Stoller sneered in a derision that showed his lower teeth like a dog's when he snarls.