He raced forward, fairly gripping Durville and holding him tight.
"Durville, listen to me for just a moment," begged Dick.

"I know you don't like me, but you're a man of honor.

Jordan is on the east side of this building, and I believe he is confessing a plot that he put into successful operation against me.

Douglass is already there listening.

Will you slip there softly, and listen, too?
I don't ask this as a matter of friendship, but of honor! Will you go---and softly ?" Slowly Durville turned and looked into Prescott's eyes.