A moment later--or was it an hour ?--Quarrier stopped him, coldly, without a trace of passion, demanding corroborative detail.

And Mortimer gave it, wagging his head and one fat forefinger as emphasis.
"You saw that ?" repeated Quarrier, deadly white of a sudden.
"Yes; an' I--" "At three in the morning ?" "Yes; an' I want--" "You saw him enter her room ?" "Yes; an' I wan' tersay thish to you, because I'm your fr'en'.

Don' wan' anny fr'en's mine get fooled on women! See?
Thash how I feel.

I respec' the sect! See! Women, lovely women! See?
Respec' sect! Gimme y'han', buzzer--er--brother Quar'er! Your m' fr'en'; I'm your fr'en'.

I know how it is.