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 I'm quite through with him." And he turned his back deliberately on the young man.

McCray bit his lip, then remembered and became humble, and, putting forth his hand, said:

"Here—here's your—money."

Baldwin turned, took the money, thrust it carelessly into his pocket, and said:

"I can't count it here, of course. I presume it's all there."

"Yes," said Holman, "it's all there. Such work is done on honor, you know."

"Thank you." Baldwin delicately drew on his cigarette, blew the smoke upward. "But—that question, Jim, that one unanswered question. Where do you come in? What is there in this for you?"

Holman looked at him from top to toe with a long, cold, steady gaze.

"Well, George," he began slowly, "for me there's nothing in it, in the way you think—in the only terms you can think in, I mean. There is, however, in another way, a lot in it; a lot I haven't dreamed of for years. All day, while arranging and planning this—the idea came to me suddenly this morning—I've been looking forward to this moment, thinking