Curiously enough, the gleam of terror which Laverick caught in his white face reminded him of a similar look which he had seen in Morrison's eyes barely an hour ago.

To gain time, Laverick moved across the room, took a cigarette from a box and lit it.

A conviction was forming itself in his mind.

There was something definite behind these hysterical paroxysms of his late partner, something of which this man had an inkling.
"Look here," he said, throwing himself into an easychair, "I think you had better be frank with me.

I must know more than I know at present before I help you to find Morrison, even if he is to be found.