“Tomorrow. I go with him, Gene.”
“You? You’re not going to die too?”
“I don’t see that it makes much difference what I do when John dies.”
“You can’t leave us now. You can’t leave Paul in charge of everything. He’s a dangerous man. Why, if....”
“You’ll be able to handle him.” It was perfectly apparent to me that she was no longer interested in me or in the others; not even in the fate of the work we had begun.
“It’s finished, if you go too,” I said bleakly. “Together we could control Paul; alone, I’d not last ten days. Iris, let me talk to him.”
“I can’t. I won’t.”
I contemplated pushing by her and searching the penthouse but there were guards everywhere and I had no wish to be shot myself on such an errand.
She guessed my thought and said, quickly “There’s no possible way for you or anyone to get through to him. Sometime tonight or tomorrow he will leave and that’s the end.”
“He won’t do it here?” This surprised me.