"You are playing a game, and so am I.
Possibly we are selfish, both of us, looking each to his own interests
with no thought of the other. Will you help me, if I help you?"
Again he pitied her as he saw with what eager swiftness she caught at
his bait.
"Yes," she nodded, catching her breath. "Yes, I will help you."
His face grew blacker. He raised his clenched hands so she could see
them, and advanced a step toward her.
"Then tell me this--would you care if something happened to Shan Tung?
Would you care if he died, if he was killed, if--"
Her breath was coming faster and faster. Again the red spots blazed in
her cheeks.
"WOULD YOU CARE?" he demanded.
"No--no--I wouldn't care. He deserves to die."
"Then tell me where Shan Tung is. For my game is with him. And I
believe it is a bigger game than your game, for it is a game of life
and death. That is why I am interested in your affair. It is because I
am selfish, because I have my own score to settle, and because you can
help me. I shall ask you no more questions about yourself. And I shall
keep your secret and help you with McDowell if you will keep mine and
help me. First, where is Shan Tung?"
She hesitated for barely an instant.
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