But I couldn't help it." The corners of his lips suddenly worked in the odd little twitch.

"Sometimes circumstances, especially if a man's own damn foolishness has contrived them, tie him hand and foot.

Sometimes physical instincts that he can't control." He narrowed his eyes and bent forward, looking at me intently, and he repeated the phrase slowly--"Physical instincts that he can't control-" Was he referring to the incident of yesterday?
I thought so.

I also believed it was the motive power of this strangely intimate conversation.
He rose again as though restless, and once more went to the window and seemed to seek inspiration or decision from the sight of my roses.
After a short while he turned and dragged up from his neck a slim chain at the end of which hung a round object in a talc case.

This he unfastened and threw on the table in front of me.
"Do you know what that is ?" "Yes," said I."Your identification disc." "Look on the other side." I took it up and found that the reverse contained the head cut out from some photograph of Betty.