“You beat me,” said Lantham. He looked from Ellwood to Roseveare. “Both of you. You tied me to a chair and beat me all night.” Hayes swore under his breath, but Roseveare laughed fondly. “I forgot about that. God, weren’t we rotten! I’m awfully sorry, Lantham. I didn’t know you’d take it so personally.” “We did it to everybody,” said Ellwood. “And it was done to us. It was character-building.” Lantham shook his head. “It didn’t build my character any more than this does. It tore me apart.”
