It was for the instant confounding and bottomless, for if he WERE innocent, what then on earth was _I_? Paralyzed, while it lasted, by the mere brush of the question, I let him go a little, so that, with a deep-drawn sigh, he turned away from me again; which, as he faced toward the clear window, I suffered, feeling that I had nothing now there to keep him from. When I'm bad I AM bad!" "I see, I see--it's charming. Cranly laughed, tightening his grip on Stephen's arm, and said: --The distillery is damn good. He turned smiling to the others and said: --I think I am voicing the opinions of all present in saying so much.