The short man said: "Enough, Morosc. I consider that he will talk. Tell him what we shall do to him if he does not talk now. The thing with the nails..."
Morosc told O'Mara. He told him with his face almost touching that of the man on the floor. He told O'Mara with a certain whispered satisfaction.
O'Mara began to speak in a soft monotone that was almost a groan. One side of his face was cut and bruised; his lips were smashed. He spoke with difficulty.
He said weakly: "The man was named Quayle.... at the International Refrigeration Company in London... short and with blue eyes...."
He stopped speaking as the door was kicked open.
The short man who now held the Luger pistol spun round. As he did so the person who had kicked open the door fired from the hip. Morosc coughed and fell on h
