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The terror of the irresistible impulse now never left Olva.

He had told Bunning in a moment of uncontrol--what might he not do now at any time?
At one instant to be absolutely silent seemed the only resource, at the next to rush out and take part in all the life about him.

Were he silent he was tortured by the silence, if he flung himself amongst his fellow men every hour threatened self-betrayal.
What, moreover, was happening in the house in Rocket Road?
Craven was only waiting for certainty and at any moment some chance might give him what he needed.