I was seeing Jack Randall in a new and revolting light.

Jack Randall's voice called me back from my ruminations.

Jack Randall made his promises in a firm voice, but one remote from the scene.

Jack Randall stood in the shadows of the doorway.

I tried to put Jack Randall out of my mind.

Whatever Jack Randall might be, he deserved a few last words in privacy with his brother.

"I havena put myself in mind of Jack Randall for some good time," he said at last.

Jack Randall leaned back against the wall, crossing his ankles.

Jack Randall eyed me with dislike, but he was good as his word.

The door opened, and Jack Randall stood on the threshold.