Lone, he observed, had another.

He looked back at Al, whose eyes were ablaze with resentment.

With an effort he smiled his disarming, senatorial smile, but Al's next words froze it on his face.
"I think I know the play you're making, but it won't get you anything, Bill Warfield.

You think I slipped up--and you told me not to let my foot slip; said you'd hate to lose me.

Well, you're the one that slipped, you damned, rotten coward.