It was at this moment that Haworth approached the door with the intention of passing out. Things had gone wrong with him, and he was in one of his worst moods. He strode down the passage in a savage hurry, and, finding his way barred, made no effort to keep his temper.
"Get out of the road," he said, and pushed Murdoch aside slightly with his foot.
It was as if he had dropped a spark of fire into gunpowder. Murdoch sprang to his feet, white with wrath and quivering.
"D——n you!" he shrieked. "D——n you! I'll kill you!" and he rushed upon him.
As he sprang upon him, Haworth staggered between the shock and his amazement. A sense of the true nature of the thing he had done broke in upon him.
When it was all over he fell back a pace, and a grim surprise, not without its hint of satisfaction, was in his face.
"The devil take you," he said. "You have got some blood in you, after all."
