"You're looking pretty unhealthy.

What is it?
Feeling a bit off, eh ?" He held Merryon's wrist while he drank the brandy, regarding him with a troubled frown the while.
"What is the matter with you, man ?" he said.

"You're not frightening yourself?
You wouldn't be such a fool!" Merryon did not answer.

He was never voluble.

To-day he seemed tongue-tied.
Macfarlane continued with an uneasy effort to hide a certain doubt stirring in his mind.