I have done what I promised, and there's an end of it." He turned to the door.

The minute-hand of the clock was getting on from the twenty minutes to the quarter.
"Done what you promised ?" I repeated, getting up to stop him.
"Yes," he said, with his hand on the lock.

"I have given my message.
Whatever happens, remember that.

Good-afternoon." He was gone before I could speak again.
I tried to call after him, but my speech suddenly failed me.

It was very foolish, it was very unaccountable, but there was something in the man's last words which had more than half frightened me.
I looked at the clock.