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WAR advised the cutting. That you cut it, in fact. It's not a very good job. I will stay in my room for some time—I will have to—and by the time they see me again they will not be surprised by its loss. Is it all right? Are we pals in this?"

She was so gay and happy that this was still another Evelyn! Full of fun after just escaping being killed! What do you think of that!

"Yes," I says, "pals in this and everything to the death."

"Not death," she shivers. "I don't have to die now—since I'm killed."

She pulls me down and hugs and kisses me.

"Oh, daddy," she says, happy as can be, "you certainly did me a great favor in shooting me! They'll be satisfied with that. Who'd ever thought of anything so easy? They'll know who Mallory is now. God knows where I would have been by this time—because I must—must. Now I am here"—and she whispers, soft as praying,—"where Dave—is!"

Then some more hugs and kisses and she pushes me away. 228