“He’ll go. You’ve made him into this, Jim. He’ll go.”
“Unless we stop him.”
“You can’t.”
“Yes we can, Fanny. We can—and we got to-night to do it.”
“What do you mean?”
“Abe’s coming here to-night ... to talk to you.”
“Yes?”
“He goes out of that door—feet first.”
Fanny stood up.
“You mean—you dare to mean—“