"Yes."
"And that if I humanly can I'll keep my word?"
"Yes."
"That's worth many pearls of price!"
"Supposing," said Cleigh, trickling the beads from palm to
palm--"supposing I offered you the equivalent in cash?"
"No, Eisenfeldt has my word."
"You refuse?" Plainly Cleigh was jarred out of his calm. "You refuse?"
"I've already explained," said Cunningham, wearily. "I've told you that I
like sharp knives to play with. If you handle them carelessly you're cut.
How about you?" Cunningham addressed the question to Dennison.
"Oh, I'm neutral and interested. I've always had a sneaking admiration for
a tomfool. They were Shakespeare's best characters. Consider me neutral."
Cleigh rose abruptly and stalked from the salon.
Cunningham lurched and twisted to the forward passage and disappeared.
When next Jane saw him in the light he was bloody and terrible.