I'm afraid you must have thought me most frightfully rude." Craven left him and went back to his chair.
"No," he said, "that's all right--only you _did_ talk in the most extraordinary way." "Did I ?" Olva looked at him gravely.

"What did I say ?" "Oh--I don't know--only you shouted a lot.

You're overdone, aren't you?
Been working too hard I expect." Then he added, slowly, "You were crying out about Carfax." There was a long pause.

The clock ticked, the light slowly faded, leaving the room in shadow.

Craven's voice was uncomfortable.