You're in a bit of trouble, of course, underneath all this.

Let's hear it, and we'll find the best way out." The Colonel's figure was dominant; his presence alone seemed to dispel that unreal army of ghosts and fancies which a few moments before had seemed to Wrayson to be making his room like the padded cell of a lunatic asylum.

His tone, too, had just enough sympathy to make its cheerfulness reassuring.

Wrayson began to feel glimmerings of common sense.
"Yes!" he said, "I've something to tell you.

That's why I telephoned." The Colonel rose again to his feet, and began fumbling in the pocket of his overcoat.
"God bless my soul, I almost forgot!" he exclaimed, "and the fellows would make me bring it.