I'm none so much in favour of these typewritten slips myself." Fenn turned to whisper to Bright.

Mr.Stenson rose to his feet.

The glare of the unshaded lamp fell upon his strained face.

He seemed to have grown older and thinner since his entrance into the room.
"I can neither better nor weaken my cause by remaining," he said.

"Only let this be my parting word to you.