He was shaking, too, all over, apparently on the verge of some alcoholic crisis.
Grandcourt went over to Duane: "The man is sick, helplessly sick in mind and body.

If you'll telephone Bailey at the Knickerbocker Hospital, he'll send an ambulance and I'll go up there with this fool boy.

He's been like this before.

Bailey knows what to do.

Telephone from the station; I don't want the club servants to gossip any more than is necessary.