"Stop while there is yet time.

Do you want to take part in a great work, Mr Bingham?
Do you want to help in the glory of Europe--in the glory of science?
Do you want to carry your head in the air when it is bald or white because of the part that you bore in a great discovery?
Do you want--" Bingham cut in sharply: "And if I do want this, Mr Grant--" "Then," said Basil lightly, "your task is easy.

Get Chadd L800 a year till he stops dancing." With a fierce flap of his swinging gloves Bingham turned impatiently to the door, but in passing out of it found it blocked.

Dr Colman was coming in.
"Forgive me, gentlemen," he said, in a nervous, confidential voice, "the fact is, Mr Grant, I--er--have made a most disturbing discovery about Mr Chadd." Bingham looked at him with grave eyes.
"I was afraid so," he said.

"Drink, I imagine." "Drink!" echoed Colman, as if that were a much milder affair.