He knew that the words were true.

Once possessed by an idea the madman will not forget it.

It becomes an obsession with him--a part of his existence.

In his warped brain a suspicion never dies.

A fear will smolder everlastingly.
A hatred lives steadily on.
If Bram Johnson was mad would he play the game as he was playing it now! He had almost killed Philip for possession of the food, that the girl might have the last crumb of it.