His eye had fallen again on the bottle, and, in its shape and tell-tale label, he beheld a witness bound to testify against him if he kept silent himself.
"Don't answer," he went on, holding fast to the table, but letting his other hand fall.

"I was always a fool.

I'm nothing but a fool now.

I may as well own the truth, and be done with it.

I was in the clubhouse.