Luke Claridge, if he was up and well, wouldn't thank you for it--have you got any right to give him trouble, too?
Besides, I've saved his life to-night, and...

and perhaps I might save yours, Soolsby, if it was in danger." Soolsby's hand had moved slightly.

It was only an inch from the wire.
For an instant the room was terribly still.
An instant, and it might be too late.

An instant, and Soolsby would be gone.

Eglington watched the hand which had been resting on the table turn slowly over to the wire.