But now that Adrian had practically won through, what was the good of reviving the memory of ghastly apprehensions?
"Tell me," said Jaffery.

"There's something behind all this." I told him.

It took some time.

We sped through Slough and Hounslow, and past the desolate winter fields.

The grey air was as heavy as our hearts.
"In plain words," said Jaffery, "it's G.P .-- General Paralysis of the Insane." "That's what I fear," said I.
"And you ?" He turned to Barbara.
"I too.