"Gandil?"
"N-no!" "You're lying. It was Gandil."
And he made straight for the door.
She ran after him and flung herself between him and the door. Clearly,
as if it were a painted picture, she saw him facing Gandil--saw their
hands leap for the guns--saw Gandil pitch face forward on the floor.
"Pierre--for God's sake!"
Her terror convinced him partially, and the furor went back from his
eyes as a light goes back in a long, dark hall.
"On your honor, Jack, it's not Gandil?"
"On my honor."
"But someone has broken you up. And he's here--he's one of us, this
man who's bothered you."
She could not help but answer: "Yes."
He scowled down at the floor.
"You would never be able to guess who it is. Give it up. After all--I
can live through it--I guess."
He took her face between his hands and frowned down into her eyes.
"Tell me his name, Jack, and the dog--"
She said: "Let me go. Take your hands away, Pierre."
He obeyed her, deeply worried, and she stood up for a moment with a
hand pressed over her eyes, swaying.
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