Yes, I am beginning to remember now. There used to be sunsets. And then there were great yellow lights. And one went in behind them through a swinging door. BILL Yes, yes, Jim. That was the Blue Bear down at Wimbledon. JIM Yes, and the room was all full of golden light. And there was beer with light in it, and some would be spilt on the counter and there was light in that too. And there was a girl standing there with yellow hair. She'd be the other side of that door now, with lamplight in her hair among the angels, and the old smile on her lips if one of them chaffed her, and her pretty teeth a-shining. She would be very near the throne; there was never any harm in Jane. BILL No, there was never any 'arm in Jane, Jim. JIM Oh, I don't want to see the angels, Bill. But if I could see Jane again (_points in direction of laugh_) he might laugh as much as he cared to whenever I wanted to cry. You can't cry here, you know, Bill. BILL You shall see her again, Jim. [_Jim takes no interest in this remark; he lowers his eyes and goes on with his work._ BILL Jim, you shall see her again. You want to get into Heaven, don't you? JIM (_not raising his eyes_) Want! BILL Jim. Do you know what I've got, Jim? [_Jim makes no answer, goes on wearily with his work._ BILL You remember those iron safes, Jim, how we used to knock them open like walnuts with "Old Nut-cracker"? JIM (_at work, wearily_) Empty again. BILL Well, I've got Old Nut-cracker. I had him in my hand at the time, and they let me keep him. They thought it would be a nice proof against me. JIM Nothing is any good here. BILL I'll get in to Heaven, Jim. And you shall come with me because you taught me a livelihood. I couldn't be happy there, like those angels, if I knew of anyone being outside. I'm not like that. [_Jim goes on with his work._ BILL Jim, Jim. You'll see Jane there. JIM You'll never get through those gates, Bill. You'll never do it. BILL They're only gold, Jim. Gold's soft like lead. Old Nut-cracker would do it if they were steel. JIM You'll never do it, Bill. [_Bill puts a rock against the gates, stands on it to reach the lock and gets to work on the lock. A good instrument to use is an egg-whipper. Jim goes on wearily with his work. As Bill works away, fragments and golden screws begin to fall on the floor._ BILL Jim! Old Nut-cracker thinks nothing of it. It's just like cheese to old Nut-cracker. JIM They won't let you do it, Bill. BILL They don't know what I've got. I'm getting through it like cheese, Jim. JIM Suppose it's a mile thick. Suppose it's a million miles thick. Suppose it's a hundred million miles thick. BILL Can't be, Jim. These doors are meant to open outward. They couldn't do that if they were more than four inches at the most, not for an Archbishop. They'd stick. JIM You remember that great safe we broke open once, what had coal in it. BILL