He lifted his eyes feebly to Brett's face, and his face contorted in a ghastly smile.
"You!" he croaked.

"I should have killed you! You carried my stick that night in Middle Street.

Why was I not warned?
Did you follow the girl from the hotel?
I was a fool.

I tried to stop the inquiry by getting rid of David Hume-Frazer.

As if he had brains enough to get on my track! About that girl! She believes in me.