"It's impossible." "It's not impossible." Hugh rose and began pacing backwards and forwards.

Lancaster's eyes rested on him thoughtfully.

The man had altered during the last few weeks--altered incredibly.

He was a stone lighter to start with, and his blond, clear-cut face had the worn look born of mental conflict.

His eyes were red-rimmed as though from insufficient sleep.
"It's not impossible." Hugh paused in his restless pacing to and fro.