Then he looked whimsically across the table at his brother-in-law.
"We had better make a clean breast of it, Hazlewood." "I think so," said Thresk gently.
Pettifer came a step nearer.

"We are in the wrong," he said bluntly.

"But we have an excuse.

Our trouble is very great.

Here's my brother-in-law to begin with, whose whole creed of life has been to deride the authority of conventional man--to tilt against established opinion.