"Wonderful! Even if it only lasted a minute! She might--we might--If it wasn't for this hellish job! Russ, has it dawned on you yet, what I've got to do to Diane Sampson ?" "Yes," I replied.

"Vaughn, you haven't gone sweet on her ?" What else could I make of that terrible thing in his eyes?
He did not reply to that at all.

I thought my arm would break in his clutch.
"You said you knew what I've got to do to Diane Sampson," he repeated hoarsely.
"Yes, you've got to ruin her happiness, if not her life." "Why?
Speak out, Russ.

All this comes like a blow.

There for a little I hoped you had worked out things differently from me.