"I think he expressed himself very frankly. But why do you tell me now,
when the morning will do just as well? I'm prostrated with this heat."
"He actually acknowledged his debt in public."
Mrs. Cortlandt's eyes widened. This was not the man she knew. At this
moment he was actually insistent, almost overbearing, and he was
regarding her with that same ironical sneer that had roused her anger
earlier in the evening.
"Well, come to the point," she cried, irritably. "I don't understand
what you are getting at. If you didn't wish to accept anything from
him, why did you go?"
He began to chuckle, apparently without reason. His shoulders shook,
feebly at first, then more violently; his flat chest heaved, and he
hiccoughed as if from physical weakness. It was alarming, and she rose,
staring at him affrightedly. The sight of her increased his mirthless
laughter. He continued to shudder and shake in uncontrollable hysteria,
but his eyes were bright and watchful.
"Oh, I--I--took it all in--I let him p-put the noose around his own
neck and tie the knot. Then I hung him." His convulsive giggling was
terrible, forecasting, as it did, his immediate breakdown.
"Stephen!" she exclaimed, in a shocked tone, convinced that his mind
was going. "You are ill, you need a doctor. I will call Joceel." She
laid her hand on his arm.
But he sniggered: "N-no! No! I'm all right. I t-t-t-t--" A
stuttering-fit seized him; then, with an effort of will, he calmed
himself. "Don't think I'm crazy. I was never more sane, never cooler,
in here." He tapped his head with his finger. "But I'm tired, that's
all, tired of waiting."
"Won't you go to your room and let me call a doctor?"
"Not yet. Wait! He told them what I had done for him, how I'd made a
man of him when he was broke and friendless, how I'd taken him into my
home like one of my family, and then I went him one better. I
acknowledged it all and made them hear it from my lips too. Then--" He
paused, and she steeled herself to witness another spectacle of his
pitiable loss of self-control. But instead he grew icy and corpse-like,
with lips drawn back in a grin. "What do you think I said? Can't you
guess? I couldn't let him get away with that, could I? I played with
him the way you have played with me. Think!"
Her face went suddenly ashen. He stood before her grimly triumphant,
enjoying his sense of mastery and deliberately prolonging her suspense.
"Well, I told him before them all that I intended to give him something
in return, and I did. I--gave--him--YOU."
She stared at him uncomprehendingly.
He nodded. "I said he'd had you from the first and that now I'd give
you to him."
She gave an unintelligible cry, standing now, as if petrified. He went
on:
"I knew all the time that I was in the way, but my work is done at
last, so I'll step out. But--you both got more than you bargained for,
didn't you?"
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