anxiety, a fear that somebody had designs on his life?' asked Trent.
The American nodded.
'I suppose,' Trent resumed, 'you had considered the idea of there being something wrong with his mind–a break-down from overstrain, say. That is the first thought that your account suggests to me. Besides, it is what is always happening to your big business men in America, isn't it? That is the impression one gets from the newspapers.'
'Don't let them slip you any of that bunk,' said Mr. Bunner earnestly. 'It's only the ones who have got rich too quick, and can't make good, who go crazy. Think of all our really big men–the men anywhere near Manderson's size: did you ever hear of any one of them losing his senses? They don't do it–believe me. I know they say every man has his loco point,' Mr. Bunner added reflectively, 'but that doesn't mean genuine, sure-enough craziness; it just means some personal eccentricity in a man ... like hating cats ... or my own weakness of not being able to touch any kind of fish-food.'
'Well, what was Manderson's?'
