[...]kind of man who would understand. I've had you in my mind all this week when things got troublesome. Say, will you do me a good turn?' 'I'll listen to you, ' I said. 'That's all I'll promise.' I was getting worried by the antics of this nervous little chap. There was a tray of drinks on a table beside him, from which he filled himself a stiff whisky-and-soda. He drank it off in three gulps, and cracked the glass as he set it down. 'Pardon, ' he said, 'I'm a bit rattled tonight. You see, I happen at this moment to be dead.' I sat down in an armchair and lit my pipe. 'What does it feel like?' I asked. I was pretty certain that I had to deal with a madman. A smile flickered over his drawn face. 'I'm t mad-yet. Say, Sir, I've been watching you, and I reckon you're a cool customer. I reckon, too, you're an honest man, and t afraid of playing a bold hand. I'm going to confide in you. I need help worse than any man ever needed it, and I want to kw if I can count you in.[...].