“Yes.”
Doane, his face working a very little, his arms stiff and straight at his sides, came a step nearer. Brachey lifted his chin and stared up the more directly at him. “You seem to have a little honesty, at least.”
“I am honest.”
“How far has this gone?”
Brachey was silent.
Doane took another step.
“Why don't I kill you?” he breathed.
It was then that Brachey first caught the full force of Doane's emotional torment. To say that he did not flinch, inwardly, would be untrue; but all that Doane saw was a slight hesitation before the cold reply came: “I can not answer that question.”
“You can answer the other. How far has this gone?”
Brachey again clamped his lips shut. The situation, to him, had become inexplicable.