Just off to sleep." But Francis had seen the trembling of the man's lips, and his nervously shaking hands.
"There is nothing to fear," he said; "I wanted to speak to you as a friend." "Don't know you; don't want to speak to you," Monty declared.
Francis stooped down and whispered a name in the ear of the sullen man.
Trent leaned forward, but he could not hear it--only he too saw the shudder and caught the little cry which broke from the white lips of his partner.
Monty sat up, white, despairing, with strained, set face and bloodshot eyes.
"Look here," he said, "I may be what you say, and I may not.

It's no business of yours.

Do you hear?
Now be off and leave me alone! Such as I am, I am.

I won't be interfered with.

But--" Monty's voice became a shriek.
"Leave me alone!" he cried.