He picked it up.
“Heads, he goes to Heaven. Tails, he goes to Hell,” said Death, and tossed the coin to the ceiling. Murtrie heard it hit the ceiling, and started. He heard it hit the floor, and bounce, and jingle and spin and roll and come to rest. And he thrust his head deeper under the covers and lay there quaking. He did not dare look.
“Look at it, Murtrie,” said Death.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” groaned Murtrie, shaking the cot.
But Death reached over and caught him by the neck and turned his face so that he could not help seeing. And Old Man Murtrie looked and saw that the coin had fallen with the side up that sent him to——
But, really, why should I tell you? Go and worry about your own soul, and let Old Man Murtrie's alone.