Then he threw the end into the fireplace, finished his whisky and soda, and rose.
"Hebblethwaite," he said, "this is the second time you've treated me like this.

I shall give you another chance.

There's just one way I may be of use, and I am going to take it on.

If I get into trouble about it, it will be your fault, but next time I come and talk with you, you'll have to listen to me if I shove the words down your throat.

Good night!" "Good night, Norgate," Hebblethwaite replied pleasantly.