His reserve had been more alarming to the Soul Hunters than the coarse violence of a Cardillac or a Carfax.

And now Bunning--Bunning of all people in this ridiculous world--had ventured.

Well, there was pluck necessary for that.

Bunning, the coward, had done a braver thing than many more stalwart men would have cared to do.

There was bravery there! Moreover, why should not Olva go?
He could not sit alone in his room, his nerves would soon be too many for him.