"Mr. Rollins, I am told the man who was stabbed here last night is dead. Is that so?" "Well, he is, Dr. Renton. Died this afternoon." "Mr. Rollins, this is a serious matter; what are you going to do about it?" "Can't help it, sir. Who's a-goin' to touch _me?_ Called in a watchman. Whole mess of 'em had cut. Who knows 'em? Nobody knows 'em. Man that was stuck never see the fellers as stuck him in all his life till then. Didn't know which one of 'em did it. Didn't know nothing. Don't now, an' never will, 'nless he meets 'em in hell. That's all. Feller's dead, an' who's a-goin' to touch _me?_ Can't do it. Ca-n-'t do it." "Mr. Rollins," said Dr. Renton, thoroughly disgusted with this man's brutal indifference, "your lease expires in three days." "Well, it does. Hope to make a renewal with you, Dr. Renton. Trade's good here. Shouldn't mind more rent on, if you insist,--hope you won't,--if it's anything in reason. Promise sollum, I sha'n't have no more fightin' in here. Couldn't help this. Accidents _will_ happen, yo' know." "Mr. Rollins, the case is this: if you didn't sell liquor here, you'd have no murder done in your place,--murder, sir. That man was murdered. It's your fault, and it's mine, too. I ought not to have let you the place for your business. It _is_ a cursed traffic, and you and I ought to have found it out long ago. _I_ have. I hope _you_ will. Now, I advise you, as a friend, to give up selling rum for the future; you see what it comes to,--don't you? At any rate, I will not be responsible for the outrages that are perpetrated in my building any more,--I will not have liquor sold here. I refuse to renew your lease. In three days you must move." "Dr. Renton, you hurt my feelin's. Now, how would you--" "Mr. Rollins, I have spoken to you as a friend, and you have no cause for pain. You must quit these premises when your lease expires. I'm sorry I can't make you go before that. Make no appeals to me, if you please. I am fixed. Now, sir, good night." The curtain was pulled up, and Rollins rolled over to his beloved bar, soothing his lacerated feelings by swearing like a pirate, while Dr. Renton strode to the door, and went into the street, homeward. He walked fast through the magical moonlight, with a strange feeling of sternness, and tenderness, and weariness, in his mind. In this mood, the sensation of spiritual and physical fatigue gaining on him, but a quiet moonlight in all his reveries, he reached his house. He was just putting his latch-key in the door, when it was opened by James, who stared at him for a second, and then dropped his eyes, and put his hand before his nose. Dr. Renton compressed his lips on an involuntary smile. "Ah! James, you're up late. It's near one." "I sat up for Mrs. Renton and the young lady, sir. They're just come, and gone up stairs."