For just a second, Squint Rodaine stared at them in ghastly, sickly fashion.

Then he moved back into the room, still facing them.
"What's the idea of this ?" came his forced query.

Fairchild stepped forward.
"Simply to tell you that everything 's blown up as far as you 're concerned, Mr.Rodaine." "You needn't be so dramatic about it.

You act like I 'd committed a murder! What 've I done that you should-- ?" "Just a minute.

I would n't try to act innocent.