Mr. Rigget’s trembling increased and suddenly, with an effect which was completely unnerving, he began to pray aloud. Mr. Campion took him by the shoulders and shook him.
“Pull yourself together!” he said firmly. “Don’t try to mesmerize yourself. You need your brain at the moment. Use it.”
Mr. Rigget relaxed cautiously.
“Where are you going to take me?” he demanded.
“Nowhere,” said Campion. “We’re going to stay here.”
Mr. Rigget shuddered and glanced at the strong room.
“Not in there. I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you everything. I’m not really as bad as I look—at least I am, only I can’t help it. Oh, God, I’m so tired!”
Mr. Campion sighed.
“My car’s outside,” he said. “I’ll take you back to the flat.”
Peter Rigget seemed agreeable to this suggestion, and they had started down the pass
