At once Marc realized that he had no further business with these people, or they with him. The world had suddenly become a much brighter and simpler place to live in. Without a word, he turned, walked down the steps of the platform and started across the field toward the exit. It was just as he neared the exit that the first cheer went up in the stands, and before he got to it, the stadium was screaming from end to end. There was no question that the disposal of the formula had been a great relief to everyone. Marc turned, smiled his agreement to the crowd, and disappeared beneath the stands. Just as he started into the shadows, he saw the figure waiting at the outer doorway. "Julie!" he cried. She ran toward him, and there were tears in her eyes. Even before she reached him she had begun to talk. "I was on my way to Reno," she sobbed. "I felt so awful I didn't look at the papers or listen to the radio ... and then I saw a newspaper in the dining car ... with your picture on it ... I thought I'd go out of my mind ... I left the train ... but there weren't any planes because of the weather ... and ... and ... I just got back...." Marc just stood staring at her, too happy, too warm inside to speak. "Please forgive me," Julie said. "I'll give up the clubs ... and ... and everything.... You won't have to spend your time in the basement.... I'll even forget about the redhead, if you'll just take me back.... I thought you were dead!... You will take me back, won't you? Please Marc!" Marc nodded dumbly. "Oh, thank you, darling!" Julie smiled. "Thank you!" Marc took her in his arms and drew her close to him. "Oh, hell," he grinned, "that's all right. Just call on me any...." Then suddenly he stopped. He wondered vaguely if he hadn't heard someone else say that before.... THE END