"Here's where he gets his!" he stated. Anthony could no more than speak.
"That—that woman!" he contrived. "What an absolutely merciless thing——"
"Huh? Bee?" the remarkable Boller said sharply. "She's all right; she's acting according to her own lights, isn't she? Why the devil shouldn't Vining suffer, too? D'ye think I'm the only man in the world that has to suffer?"
"I think you're in luck if she divorces you!" Anthony stated feelingly. "A woman capable of that is capable of anything!"
Johnson Boller stayed the angry words upon his lips and smiled grimly. More, after a moment he thrust out his hand.
"I guess it doesn't matter much what you think now, Anthony," said he. "Good-by!"
"What?"
"Good-by, old man! You're going to leave this world in about three minutes, you know—just as soon as he's convinced and able to act again, Anthony. So long I'll be sorry to think of you as missing—sometimes, I suppose, but not when I think what you've put over on me."
Anthony laughed viciously.
"Don't use up all your sympathy," he said. "You may need a little for yourself, Johnson. The things are in what's supposed to be your room, you know."