“I don’t think I’ll smoke,” George said slowly. “I didn’t drink my tea. Do you think I could get a cup where we are going? My mouth is very dry.”
“That’s all right,” the detective assured him. “That’s all we do— drink tea. There’ll be a cup for you all right.”
George nodded. “I suppose they’ll hang me,” he said. “You know, I’m not afraid. I’ve been awfully lonely all my life.”
“Now don’t talk like that,” the detective returned, looking at him sharply. “While there’s life there’s hope, you know. You don’t have to get depressed.”
“Oh, I’m not depressed,” George returned. “I’m really quite happy now.”
A moment later the car took him away to meet his destiny.
The End