He began to think that the cocaine was after all going to fit in with the incidents of that night.
"Walter Hine and my father were going up to bed.

I heard them on the stairs.

They were going earlier than usual." "You are sure ?" interrupted Chayne.

"Think well!" "Much earlier than usual, and they were quarreling.

At least, Walter Hine was quarreling; and my father was speaking to him as if he were a child.
That hurt his vanity and made him worse." "Your father was provoking him ?" Sylvia's forehead puckered.
"I could not say that, and be sure of it.