I've got too much to do myself.

I want help." "You had it in Fabian," remarked Carnac dryly.

"Well, I've lost it, and it never was enough.

He hadn't vision, sense and decision." "And so you come to me, eh?
I always thought you despised me," said Carnac.
A half-tender, half-repellent expression came into the old man's face.
He spoke bluntly.

"I always thought you had three times the brains of your brother.