Stamer looked towards the opening, and then his round, blood-shot eyes went back to the rigid figure of Timmons. "I don't mind what you say, if you'll only speak to me, only not too loud. No one can hear us. I know that, and no one can listen at the door, without our seeing him. You don't know what I have gone through. I have not been home. I am afraid to go home. I am afraid of everything. You don't know all. It's worse than you think. It's enough to drive one mad----"
"You murderous villain!'
"It's enough to drive any man mad. I've been wandering about all night. I am more afraid of my wife than of anyone else. I don't know why, but I tremble when I think of her, more than of the police, or--or--or----"
"The hangman?"
"Yes. You don't know all. When you do, you'll pity me----"
"The poor foolish dwarf!"
"Yes. I was afraid he'd betray us--you----"
"Oh, villain!"
"And I got on a roof opposite the window, and when he was working at the lever, I fired, and his head went so--and then so--and then so----"
"Stop it, you murderer!"