Didn't get a wink of sleep last night--saw poor Carfax in the dark--ugh! Well, we meet this afternoon." When the door closed Olva had the sensation of having been on his trial.
Craven's eyes still followed him.

Nerves, of course.

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but they had strangely reminded him of Bunker.
3 Olva had never been to Craven's house before.