To-night you shall be on her side." "I don't want any more mysteries," Tavernake protested.

"I'd rather go home." "It can't be done," Pritchard declared, taking his arm once more.
"You've got to see me through this.

Come up to my rooms for a minute." They entered the Court and ascended to the eighth floor.

Pritchard turned on the lights in his room, a plainly furnished and somewhat bare apartment.

From a cupboard he took out a pair of rubber-soled shoes and threw them to Tavernake.
"Put those on," he directed.
"What are we going to do ?" Tavernake asked.
"You are going to help me," Pritchard answered.