I don't mind confessing it to you.

I'm rather glad.

And if Cardigan hadn't scheduled me to die--" "Jimmy," interrupted the missioner quickly, but a bit huskily, "has it ever occurred to you that Doctor Cardigan may be mistaken ?" He had taken one of Kent's hands.

His grip tightened.

It began to hurt.
And Kent, looking into his eyes, found his brain all at once like a black room suddenly illuminated by a flash of fire.