Wright appeared to be all I had thought of him, and I believed I was going to find out presently that he was worse.
Just then I wanted Steele as never before.

Still, he was too big to worm his way into this place.
The men seemed to be absent a good while, though that feeling might have been occasioned by my interest and anxiety.

Finally I heard heavy steps.
Wright came in alone.

He was leaden-faced, humiliated.

Then something abject in him gave place to rage.