It will save you a good deal of pain." "If you wanted to save me pain," I maintained, "you would have done with de Mersch ...

for good." I had an idea that the solution was beyond me.
It was as if the controlling powers were flitting, invisible, just above my head, just beyond my grasp.

There was obviously something vibrating; some cord, somewhere, stretched very taut and quivering.

But I could think of no better solution than: "You must have done with him." It seemed obvious, too, that that was impossible, was outside the range of things that could be done--but I had to do my best.

"It's a--it's vile," I added, "vile." "Oh, I know, I know," she said, "for you....