It's dangerous. There
is the chance that the police may try to connect me with this murder.
It's known that I was after him. Don't you see? Good-by, Mary, I--"
"I am going with you, Tom."
She grasped his arm tightly. He breathed heavily once or twice; a
groan broke in his throat.
"All right," he said. She felt the great muscle in his arm swell and
relax again. "Do you know the way, Tom?" she asked.
"That next street below takes us to the docks. I walked down there
this morning. By heaven, Mary, I think you might spare yourself all
this. It's too horrible to even think of. Why--why, I just can't do it
with you looking on. What do you think I am?"
"You said you would do it, Tom," she insisted dully.
"Bob Grand is dead," he reminded her. "I said that he and I couldn't
live on the same earth. It's hard to think of going straight to hell
with him not more than two hours ahead of me."
"Come," she said, starting off resolutely. He caught up with her, and
they hurried through the alley side by side.
"_I'll_ do it, all right," he said, after they had traversed nearly two
blocks in silence.
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