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Graylock, deathly white, framed his haggard face between his hands and stared at nothing:

“I know,” he said. “I understand now. I am here to-night to pay the reckoning.”

“You can’t pay it.”

“No, not the whole score. There’s another bill, I suppose, waiting for me–somewhere. But I can settle my indebtedness to you–“

“How?”

“That’s up to you, Drene.”

“How?” repeated Drene, violently.

Graylock made a slight gesture with his head toward Drene’s sagging pocket: “That way if you like. Or,” he added, “There is a harder punishment.”

“What is it?”

“To give her up.”

“Yes,” said Drene, “that is harder. But I can make it even harder than that. I can make it as hard for you as you made it for me. I can let you live through it.”

He laughed, fisted in his pocket, drew out the lumpy automatic and leisurely pushed the lever to “safe.”

He said: “To kill you would be like opening the cell door for a lifer. You know what you are while you’re alive; maybe you’d forget if you were dead. I–“

He ceased, fiddling absently with the dull-colored weapon on his knee; and for a while they remained silent, not looking at each other. And when Drene spoke again he was still intent upon the automatic.

“If I knew what happens after a man dies I could act intelligently.” He shot an ugly look at Graylock: “I don’t know about you, either. You’re a rat. But you might fool me at that. You might be repentant. And in that case you’d get away–if it’s true that the eleventh hour is not too late…. If it’s true that Christ is merciful…. So I’ll take no chances of a getaway. You might fool me–one way or another–if you were dead.”

Graylock lifted his head from his hands: “I don’t know how much of the other debt I’ve already paid, Drene. But I’ve paid heavily since I knew her–if that is any satisfaction to you. And since I knew she cared for you, and when I realized that you meant to strike me through her–I have paid, heavily…. Yet, if you were honestly in love with her–“

“Is that any of your damned business?”

“She’s only a child–“

“You rat! That’s what’s coming to you!”

“If you say so. But what is coming to her, Drene?”

“Continue to guess. But I know you. It’s yourself you’re sorry for and what you’ll have to endure–live through. That’s what you can’t stand, and remain the sleek, self-satisfied rat you are. No, it will make earth a living hell for you; never a second, day or night, will you be able to forget–if you really do love her…. And I believe you do–I don’t understand how a thing like you can love–but it seems it can.”

After a silence Graylock said: “You don’t care if you damn yourself?”

“It’s worth it to me.”

“Are you willing that I should know you are as great a blackguard as I am?” Drene’s gaunt features reddened and he set his jaws in silence.

“Don’t you care what you do to her?” asked Graylock, unsteadily. “It’s a viler business than that for which you are punishing me.”

For a long time Drene sat there looking down at the weapon on his knees. And after a while, the other man spoke huskily: “It’s bad enough either way for me, Drene. I’ll do what you wish in the matter. I’ll leave the country; I’ll stay; whichever you say. Or,” he said with a ghastly smile, “I’ll clean out that automatic for you to-night–if you’ll marry her.”

Drene looked up, slowly:

“What did you say?”

“I said that I’d clean out your automatic for you–to-night–if you wish…. It can be an accident or not, just as you say.”

“Where?”

“In my own rooms–if it is to be an accident.”

“Do you offer–“

“Yes; if you’ll marry her afterwards. If you say you will I’ll take your word.”

“And then you’ll be out of your misery, you damned coward!”

“God knows…. But I think not,” said Graylock, under his breath.