"Haven't I done enough for you?
Haven't I done enough for everybody?
Is anybody going to show me any consideration?
Look at Quarrier's manner to me just now! And this very day I did him a service that all his millions can't repay.

And there you stand, too, staring at me as though I were some damned importuning shabby-genteel, hinting around for an opening to touch you.

Yes, you do! And this very day I have done for you the--the most vital thing--the most sacred favour one man can do for another--" He halted, stammered something incoherent, his battered eyes wet with tears.

The man was a wreck--nerves, stamina, mind on the very verge of collapse.
"I'll help you, of course," said Plank, eyeing him.

"Go home, now, and sleep.