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re not his own。
〃All right； Mr。 Dumont！〃 replied the driver。 Dumont shrank again and sat cowering in the cornerthe very calling him by his name； now a synonym for failure； disgrace； ridicule and contempt； seemed a subtile insult。
With roaring brain and twitching； dizzy eyes he read at the newspaper's account of his overthrow。 And gradually there formed in his mind a coherent notion of how it had come to pass； of its extent； of why he found himself lying in the depths； the victim of humiliations so frightful that they penetrated even to him； stupefied and crazed with drink and fever though he was。 His courage； his self…command were burnt up by the brandy。 His body had at last revolted； was having its terrible revenge upon the mind that had so long misused it in every kind of indulgence。
〃I'm done fordone for；〃 he repeated audibly again and again； at each repetition looking round mentally for a fact or a hope that would deny this assertionbut he cast about in vain。 〃Yes； I'm done for。〃 And flinging away the newspaper he settled back and ceased to try to think of his affairs。 After a while tears rolled from under his blue eyelids； dropped haltingly down his cheeks； spread out upon his lips； tasted salt in his half…open mouth。
The hansom stopped before his brick and marble palace。 The butler hurried out and helped him alightnot yet thirty…seven； he felt as if he were a dying old man。 〃Pay the cabby；〃 he said and groped his way into the house and to the elevator and mechanically ran himself up to his floor。 His valet was in his dressing…room。 He waved him away。 〃Get out！ And don't disturb me till I ring。〃
〃The doctor〃 began Mallow。
〃Do as I tell you！〃
When he was alone he poured out brandy and gulped it down a drink that might have eaten the lining straight out of a stomach less powerful than his。 He went from door to door； locking them all。 Then he seated himself in a lounging…chair before the long mirror。 He stared toward the image of himself but was so dim…eyed that he could see nothing but spinning black disks。 〃Life's not such a good game even when a man's winning；〃 he said aloud。 〃A rotten bad game when he's losing。〃
His head wabbled to fall forward but he roused himself。 〃Wife gone〃 The tears flooded his eyestears of pity for himself； an injured and abandoned husband。 〃Wife gone；〃 he repeated。 〃Friends gone〃 He laughed sardonically。 〃No； never had friends； thank God； or I shouldn't have lasted this long。 No such thing as friendsa man gets what he can pay for。 Grip goneluck gone！ What's the use？〃
He dozed off； presently to start into acute； shuddering consciousness。 At the far end of the room； stirring； slowly oozing from under the divan was aa Thing！ He could not define its shape； but he knew that it was vast； that it was scaly； with many short fat legs tipped with claws； that its color was green； that its purpose was hideous； gleaming in craft from large； square； green…yellow eyes。 He wiped the sticky sweat from his brow。 〃It's only the brandy；〃 he said loudly； and the Thing faded； vanished。 He drew a deep breath of relief。
He went to a case of drawers and stood before it； supporting himself by the handles of the second drawer。 〃Yes；〃 he reflected； 〃the revolver's in that drawer。〃 He released the handles and staggered back to his chair。 〃I'm crazy；〃 he muttered； 〃crazy as a loon。 I ought to ring for the doctor。〃
In a moment he was up again； but instead of going toward the bell he went to the drawers and opened the second one。 In a compartment lay a pearl…handled； self…cocking revolver。 He put his hand on it； shivered； drew his hand awaythe steel and the pearl were cold。 He closed the drawer with a quick push； opened it again slowly； took up the revolver； staggered over to his desk and laid it there。 His face was chalk…white in spots and his eyes were stiff in their sockets。 He rested his aching； burning； reeling head on his hands and stared at the revolver。
〃But；〃 he said aloud； as if contemptuously dismissing a suggestion； 〃why should I shoot myself？ I can smash 'em allto powdergrind 'em into the dirt。〃
He took up the revolver。 〃What'd be the use of smashing 'em？〃 he said wearily。 He felt tired and sick； horribly sick。
He laid it down。 〃I'd better be careful；〃 he thought。 〃I'm not in my right mind。 I might〃
He took it in his hand and went to the mirror and put the muzzle against his temple。 He laughed crazily。 〃A little pressure on that trigger andbang！ I'd be in kingdom come and shouldn't give a damn for anybody。〃 He caught sight of his eyes in the mirror and hastily dropped his arm to his side。 〃No； I'd never shoot myself in the temple。 The heart'd be better。 Just
here〃and he pressed the muzzle into the soft material of his coat〃if I touched the trigger〃
And his finger did touch the trigger。 Pains shot through his chest like cracks radiating in glass when a stone strikes it。 He looked at his facewhite； with wild eyes； with lips blue and ajar； the sweat streaming from his forehead。
〃What have I done？〃 he shrieked； mad with the dread of death。 〃I must call for help。〃 He turned toward the door； plunged forward； fell unconscious； the revolver flung half…way across the room。
When he came to his senses he was in his bedcomfortable； weak； lazy。 With a slight effort he caught the thread of events。 He turned his eyes and saw a nurse； seated at the head of his bed； reading。 〃Am I going to die？〃 he askedhis voice was thin and came in faint gusts。
〃Certainly not；〃 replied the nurse； putting down her book and standing over him； her face showing genuine reassurance and cheerfulness。
〃You'll be well very soon。 But you must lie quiet and not talk。〃
〃Was it a bad wound？〃
〃The fever was the worst。 The bullet glanced round just under the surface。〃
〃It was an accident；〃 he said； after a moment's thought。 〃I suppose everybody is saying I tried to kill myself。〃
〃‘Everybody' doesn't know anything about it。 Almost nobody knows。 Even the servants don't know。 Your secretary sent them away； broke in and found you。〃
He closed his eyes and slept。
When he awoke again he felt that a long time had passed； that he was much better； that he was hungry。 〃Nurse！〃 he called。
The woman at the head of the bed rose and laid a cool hand upon his forehead。 〃How good that feels；〃 he mumbled gratefully。 〃What nice hands you have； nurse；〃 and he lifted his glance to her face。 He stared wonderingly； confusedly。 〃I thought I was awake and almost well；〃 he murmured。 〃And instead； I'm out of my head。〃
〃Can I do anything for you？〃 It certainly was HER voice。
〃Is it you； Pauline？〃 he asked； as if he feared a negative answer。
〃YesJohn。〃
A long silence； then he said： 〃Why did you come？〃
〃The doctor wrote me thatwrote me the truth。〃
〃But haven't you heard？ Haven't you seen the papers？ Don't they say I'm ruined？〃
〃Yes； John。〃
He lay silent for several minutes。 Then he asked hesitatingly： 〃Andwhendo yougo backWest？〃
〃I have come to stay；〃 she replied。 Neither in her voice nor in her face was there a hint of what those five words meant to her。
He closed his eyes again。 Presently a tear sli