"Where are you staying?"
"Anywhere I can find a shelter… Last night I spent with an anarchist… I think he'd blow up almost anyone for just the sheer joy of it."
Brauer shuddered. "Where will you spend to-night?"
"I think I'll go back to the same place… This morning I was undecided. But I've heard a lot of things since then… I'm taking an interest in life again… By the way, the man I'm staying with knows Hilmer… And I don't think he likes him, either… I'll give you one tip, Brauer. Never get an anarchist sore at you… They haven't anything to lose, either."
He had never seen such pallor as that which shook the color from
Brauer's face. He decided not to torment him further.
He had established a sense of the unfathomable for the present and future terror of his trembling little ex-partner. His revenge, so far as Brauer was concerned, was complete. He had not the slightest wish to see Brauer again.
He let his hands close once more tightly about Brauer's puny wrists.
"Remember … you have not seen me. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Not a living soul … you are not to even suggest that … otherwise … well, I am living with an anarchist, and a word to the wise …"