"Come in," said the low, musical voice.
Stover entered solemnly.
"Ah, it's you, John," said The Roman with a smile.
"Yes, sir, it's me," said Stover, leaning up against the door.
The Roman glanced up quickly and, seeing what was coming, took up the paper-cutter and began to twist it through his fingers. There was a silence, long and painful.
"Well?" said The Roman in a queer voice.
"Mr. Hopkins," said Dink, advancing a step. "I guess I've been all wrong. I haven't come to you before, as I suppose I ought, because I've had to sort of think it over. But now, sir, I've come in to have it out."
"I'm glad you have, John."
"I want to ask you one question."
"Yes?"