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"Good night, boys. Think it over."

And with a dry smile on his heavy mouth, the big man opened the door, squeezed through the insufficient opening and was gone.

it," Garvin said, dumfoundedly, after a long silence. "But he can't do it."

"Of course he can't!" Daniels laughed, in vague relief. "He's just brooded over his unfortunate appearance so much that he's a monomaniac on the subject. Then"—the banker's voice softened—"facing death for nearly three years because of some fool specialist's fool predictions, added to that, was too much. It's warped his brain. There was a weak spot in the first place, or the warping couldn't have ensued, no matter what the provocation. I'd never have thought it could happen to Felix. Too bad! He's a mighty good sort! We—we'll have to be considerate of him till he forgets this nonsense."

Garvin did not answer immediately. He was wondering if it were really possible that old Felix was scheduled to die. What a rum go! How would he get along without Felix? He turned his eyes to the locked drawer.

"Are you going to—do it?" he asked with difficulty.

"Do it?" Daniels raised his eyebrows in surprize, as he followed Garvin's gaze and caught his meaning. "Oh. Why, certainly. Did I not tell him I would? He's dead serious. And I'm—I'm curious! Of course I'll do it!"

passed, and in that time neither Garvin nor Daniels saw much of the man over whom they were so concerned. He was very busy, running here and there, and very secretive about what he was doing.