"But I can't, I can't!"
"You mean you won't?"
"Very well, I won't."
The old man's voice thickened—the storm was coming.
"And for the sake of this woman who killed her brat...."
"Call her what you like. I'll stay here until she comes out of prison, and then .... then I'll marry her."
"You fool! You damned heartless fool! God forgive me for bringing such a fool into the world."
Struggling to his feet the old man made for the door. But having reached it, and while tugging at the handle, he stopped and said,
"Look here, I'll give you one more chance."
He took the stout envelope out of his breast pocket again and flung it on to Alick's desk.