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 for his own profit, or he who, at tremendous risk to himself, and with no hope of public favor when he succeeds, yet sets himself to strike and strike again and again at the very source of danger and decay?"

Jerry caught his breath. "Let us remain for a moment, Steve, not in the school of Astor Street but in that of my brother, Keeban.

"I've often wondered, particularly during these last days, what went through his head when he first discovered me. He got a hint of my existence, you know, when we were at Princeton. He could have guessed where I was; and maybe he came out a time or two, to look me over. I wonder what he thought of me. I was to him a 'toff,' I suppose; to him, I was running with those whom he despised. For hate and contempt comes into all this, Steve. You've got to work up your feelings to carry on any kind of war, and particularly the most personal war of all; you've got to talk atrocities and have your hymn of hate. So probably he started hating me.

"But he was curious about me, too, I bet. Of course he saw a big chance to make a great clean-up by suddenly becoming me some day—or night. There I was, identical with him; I