In any case it was better to face the matter,
whether there was an explanation or not. Giving in was always the silly
exit.
"I say, Marriott," he began, as the other turned his white face up to
him. "There's no good being so upset about it. I mean--if it's all an
hallucination we know what to do. And if it isn't--well, we know what to
think, don't we?"
"I suppose so. But it frightens me horribly for some reason," returned
his friend in a hushed voice. "And that poor devil--"
"But, after all, if the worst is true and--and that chap _has_ kept his
promise--well, he has, that's all, isn't it?"
Marriott nodded.
"There's only one thing that occurs to me," Greene went on, "and that
is, are you quite sure that--that he really ate like that--I mean that
he actually _ate anything at all_?" he finished, blurting out all his
thought.
Marriott stared at him for a moment and then said he could easily make
certain. He spoke quietly. After the main shock no lesser surprise could
affect him.
"I put the things away myself," he said, "after we had finished. They
are on the third shelf in that cupboard.
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