Sit up and tell me what you are doing here, frightening your sister out of her life." Morrison groaned.
"I came here," he muttered, "because I dared not go to my own rooms.
I was afraid!" Laverick struggled with the contempt he felt.
"Man alive," he exclaimed, "what was there to be afraid of ?" "You don't know!" Morrison faltered.

"You don't know!" Then, for the first time, it occurred to Laverick that perhaps the financial crisis in their affairs was not the only thing which had reduced his late partner to this hopeless state.

He looked at him narrowly.
"Where did you go last night," he asked, "when you left me ?" "Nowhere," Morrison gasped.

"I came here." Laverick made a space for himself at the end of the bed, and sat down.
"Look here," he said, "it's no use sending for me unless you mean to tell me everything.

Have you been getting yourself into any trouble apart from our affairs, or is there anything in connection with them which I don't know ?" Again Morrison opened his lips, and again, for some reason or other, he remained speechless.