I am sure of it.

You have too much integrity to deal in lies." "Very well," King answered quietly, "it's both of us or neither.

Either we both go free, or you do your worst to us both.

This man is my friend." The Gray Mahatma smiled, and thought, and smiled, and looked at King, and then away again.
"It would be a pity to destroy yourself," he said at last.
"Nevertheless, you are the only chance your friend has.

I have no enmity against him; he is merely unsuitable; he will be the victim of his own shortcomings, unless you can rescue him.