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That broke him, as he had broken me.

He screamed: “No, no!”

He jumped to stop her, and as he jumped I did. I let go with a left, but she was pulling away from him, and her elbow touched my fist. I landed, but not on the button. It was on the side of his neck, and he was able to fire the gun. She screamed as it barked like a cannon, there in the closed room, lost her balance, and fell, though her being in motion was probably what saved her life. I helped her up, but dared not swing again, as I couldn’t forget it was her he had shot at, not me.

For the second time I had missed.

He circled, to get her in line of fire, between him and me, and cut out his bughouse shrieks. He fanned his face, to get the smoke out of his eyes, told me take hold of her arms and back up beside the door that led to the patio. That left her still in line of fire, but I tapped her elbow quick, to keep her from blowing her top, as once he’d fired, he could do it again, any time. I guided her as he said, and when I bumped the wall, he stepped over, opened the door, and said get on out. I guided her down the step, and in front of the kitchen he told me stop. He slammed the door behind him and began backing us fast, out to the water tank. He told me let her go and get on up the ladder, which I did. It was too dark to see the rungs, and I had to do it by feel, but I climbed, and fast.

And then I thought: “If it’s too dark to see, it’s too dark to shoot, at least any distance up in the air.” I stopped and said: “O.K., Mr. Val, here I am. Quarter-way up, maybe. But I don’t go one inch further until you turn her loose. When I see her leave, when her car goes down the drive, O.K., you say it and I’ll have to do it. Until then I balk.”

“Shut up, jailbird.”

To her I said: “Holly, you do what I said. I love you, and don’t love dying, not even a little bit. But it’s important that somebody be left to hang this crazy fool.”

She didn’t answer me, and for some seconds I hung there, looking up at the night, trying to make myself realize it would be my last one on earth. Then I heard him whispering, and yelled at him to quit it, to come on, get it over with. I heard her gasp, and it seemed to me she was crying. I heard him growclass="underline" “You want to save him or not?” Then something touched the ladder, and I peered down, trying to see what it was. I caught a glint of red, as by now my eyes were getting used to the dark. I realized it was her hairribbon, and that she was under me, climbing up. I leaned out and saw him, under her, punching her with the gun.

I cussed at him, but to give her room, had to go up a rung. He kept punching, she kept climbing, he kept following, not letting her stop at all. I took another rung, another, and another. Then I was at the top, my chin over the housing, the little circular roof that ran around the top. He said: “Duke, open the vent.”

It worked like a wedge of pie, and I opened it so it banged and he could hear it. I caught the rim of the tank, pulled myself up a few inches, and put one foot on the catwalk, to get it out of her face. He punched and she came still further up, so her head touched my knee.

I cussed, but he said shut up and listen to what he said. I asked him: “Haven’t you said enough?”

“It’s about Sickles, Duke.”

“Who?”

“That guy. You asked about the angles.”

“We’ll skip him. If you don’t mind.”

“No, no, it’s important. I was telling Holly, down there on the ground, about that point Lippert reminded me of. Sickles killed the lover, and the world cheered his name. He took back the wife, and the world spit in his face. I won’t make that mistake. Because — I might be weak. I... might take her back... Holly, did you hear what I said?”

“You? Take me back?”

“Then, Holly — will you take me?”

“After all you’ve done to me? Gambling with my life for your own selfish ends?”

There came a second of silence that told me this was about something that hadn’t been mentioned yet, in spite of all their screaming. Then, very quick, very glibly, he said: “Holly, I was ignorant then, I didn’t know what it could lead to, what I asked of you then. Holly, my little Holly, let’s watch this jailbird die! Let’s wash the slate in his blood and begin all over again!”

“That’s your idea of a beginning?”

“It’s the only way that’ll work.”

“You promised, if I came up here, you’d let Duke go free, and now — as always, you’ve got some rotten way to squirm out! Val, can’t I ever believe you?”

By that time I knew if she just said yes, he would let her live, whatever he did to me, and I pleaded with her to say it. She paid no attention, but began to scuff with her feet, and I realized she was kicking him in the face. She said: “Val, stop poking me with that gun! Shoot, if you’re going to, but leave me alone till you do!”

He said nothing, but she kept on with her scuffing, and I reached with one hand to grab her, as all he had to do was give her foot a pull and she’d topple down to the ground. She tired, sobbed, and panted. He whined at her once more, with his same old blood proposition, and when she didn’t answer at all, said, very cold: “I see... Then Lippert was right after all. Sickles did have it backwards, he picked the wrong one to kill. All right, Duke, in a minute she’s going to slip, and what you tell the cops is: you left the water running — which of course you did. You knew nothing about her climbing up, to gauge if we still had water, or anything of that kind. You were in the cottage, you came when you heard me call, you helped me carry her in, which of course you will. You—”

“Suppose I don’t.”

“I’m taking a chance that you will. After the look in your eye, when you burned that confession just now, I’m taking a chance you’ll do anything to get clear, to get out from under, to get away. And then, the rest of my life, I’ll feed on your dirty rat heart, knowing that every night you’ll see her, this girl you say you love, and that you let die without saying a word, simply to save yourself. Nice, isn’t it?”

“O.K., if you like rat.”

“I love rat.”

“Bugs do as a rule. Causes bubonic.”

She gave a hysterical titter, and he began to rave: “All right, Holly, laugh, take your time. Because I want you to realize what this guy is. In your last moment alive, to know that he’ll walk off from your grave without lifting a finger to punish me. Have a good laugh, Holly, really let it come out.”

How long we hung there, a minute, a year, or a century, while he kept on snarling at her, I don’t know, but my guess would be four or five seconds. She began whispering, and I heard: “Dear, merciful God.” He heard it too, and said it was about time she prayed, and she’d need all the prayers she had. I still had my right topside, hanging to the rim of the tank, and was holding her with my left, under her right armpit, so my wrist was touching the ladder. It came to me, if I shifted my left to a rung and then let go with my right, I had just an outside chance to wrap quick with my legs as I slammed down past her, and at last get a position between her and him. I signaled to her quick, with two or three finger taps, and moved my hand very stealthy, but not stealthy enough. He saw me, told me put up my hand, and swung out to cover me. I still held on to the rung, and he aimed the gun to shoot. About that time, once more, down below, I heard my same little cat, the bell going ping, ping, ping, down on the ground, below.