"He knows too much." "About whom ?" "About all of us." Paul walked away to the window.

He stood looking out, his hands thrust into the side-pockets of his jacket, his broad back turned uncompromisingly upon his companion.
"Tell me the story," he said.

"You need not hurry over it.

You need not trouble to--spare me.

Only let it be quite complete--once for all." Steinmetz winced.