"I'm forced to agree," Goodsir says. "It was ... simpler, perhaps, when it was only Hickey, Little, and me. As long as he caused no trouble, I felt I could afford to stay silent, and ..." He sighs. "I knew that if I attempted to speak against him, he would have no hesitation in telling everyone of the things that I did. But now—the past can stay buried no longer. Particularly—" he pulls a face, "—when one abruptly finds that one's thoughts can be perceived by others. Poor Miss Marsh ... she learned things from me from which I meant to protect her, and now ..."