"He makes my very flesh crawl.

I wish to heaven he weren't so essential to us; we'd let him go, damned quick!" "You forget," put in Tiger, "that he knows too much to be let go, ever.
No, he's a fixture.

And now, dismiss him from your mind, and let's go over those telegrams and radiograms again.

If there _is_ a new Socialist revolt under way--and I admit it certainly begins to look like it--we've got to understand the situation.

Slade will have some more reports for us, in an hour or so.