"Regrets, in a case like yours, are useless; they simply mean that you regret that you're found out. Of course you do." "You'll find that my regrets mean more than that. I've behaved badly since; I've acted like a coward in allowing you to use your guilty knowledge." "Guilty knowledge?" "Yes, your guilty knowledge, as you'll discover if you're not careful; I've let you use it as a lever to drive me into further misdoing. You've threatened me with the consequences of my misconduct; I've been afraid to face them. That's over now; I'm going to face them, if only as the lesser of two evils." "Tell me, Nash, what's started you in this conversational strain?" "What's brought me to the sticking-point is your conduct to Mr. Clifford. He's an innocent man; of that I'm absolutely certain; every insult you flung at him stung me; it shamed me to feel that I was your associate. I'll be your associate no longer. I'll have no part or parcel in your attempts to entangle Mr. Clifford as you've entangled me. I believe they'll fail; but if they do or don't, I'll have no share in them. Henceforward you and I are strangers; I'm going; if you stay, you stay alone." "Going, are you? Oh no, you're not!" Morgan moved between Nash and the door. The two men confronted each other; there was something on Herbert Nash's face which made of him a new man. "Mr. Morgan"--even in his voice there was a new tone--"more than once my fingers have itched to take you by the throat, and choke the life half out of you. If you are wise, you will not attempt to detain me, or I may find the temptation too strong." Possibly Mr. Morgan was conscious that there was something unusual about Herbert Nash; his manner continued to be so conciliatory. "Come, my dear fellow, don't let us fall out about nothing at all. I'm quite ready to listen to anything you have to say; only, before you take a step there's no retracing, do listen to reason." "No, thank you; I've heard too much of what you call reason already; I'll hear no more. Stand out of my way." "Nash, Nash, don't be hasty! If you'll only let me speak a dozen words, you'll view the situation in quite a different light." "Shall I? Then I'll not let you speak them. I see the situation now in the only light I mean to see it. Stand out of my way." Nash, moving forward, gripped Morgan by the shoulders; either the assault was unexpected, or he used great force. Swinging Morgan round, he sent him reeling backwards half across the room; until, coming into unlooked-for contact with a chair, he fell heavily on to the floor. Before he could recover Nash had gone from the room, and was out of the flat. Picking himself up, although he seemed a trifle dazed, Morgan went rushing after him. When he reached the landing he heard Nash's voice come up the well of the staircase, from the floor below. "Porter, the man Morgan, whom I have left in Mr. Oldfield's flat, has no right whatever to be there."