"This inventor--this man whom you insist on seeing is half insane with
disappointment and anger," she rushed on desperately. "Remember that a
vast fortune, honor, fame were at his finger tips when you--you placed
them beyond his reach by the destruction of the compact. He has sworn to
kill you."
"I can't go!"
"If you _know_ that when you meet one of you will die?"
"No." The answer came fiercely, through clenched teeth. Mr. Grimm
disengaged his right hand and drew his revolver; the barrel clicked
under his fingers as it spun.
"If I tell you that of the two human beings in this world whom I love
this man is one?"
"No."
A shuffling step sounded in the hallway just outside. Mr. Grimm stepped
back from the kneeling figure, and turned to face the door with his
revolver ready.
"Great God!" It was a scream of agony. "He is my brother! Don't you
see?"
She came to her feet and went staggering across to the door. The key
clicked in the lock.
"Your brother!" exclaimed Mr. Grimm.
"He wouldn't listen to me--_you_ wouldn't listen to me, and now--and
_now_! God have mercy!"
There was a sharp rattling, a clamor at the door, and Isabel turned to
Mr.
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