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Who
else
would
track
him
down
,
lie
in
wait
,
stay
a
room
away
,
and
burst
into
mirth
?
Well
,
then
,
was
all
lost
?
And
because
in
that
sickening
moment
he
was
sure
all
was
lost
it
did
not
occur
to
him
to
run
again
or
to
attempt
flight
into
Eternity
once
more
.
He
would
face
Finge
.
He
would
kill
him
,
if
necessary
.
Harlan
stepped
to
the
door
from
behind
which
the
laugh
had
sounded
,
stepped
to
it
with
the
soft
,
firm
step
of
the
premeditated
murderer
.
He
flicked
loose
the
automatic
door
signal
and
opened
it
by
hand
.
Two
inches
.
Three
.
It
moved
without
sound
.
The
man
in
the
next
room
had
his
back
turned
.
The
figure
seemed
too
tall
to
be
Finge
and
that
fact
penetrated
Harlan
’
s
simmering
mind
and
kept
him
from
advancing
further
.
Then
,
as
though
the
paralysis
that
seemed
to
hold
both
men
in
rigor
was
slowly
lifting
,
the
other
turned
,
inch
by
inch
.
Harlan
never
witnessed
the
completion
of
that
turn
.
The
other
’
s
profile
had
not
yet
come
into
view
when
Harlan
,
holding
back
a
sudden
gust
of
terror
with
a
last
fragment
of
moral
strength
,
flung
himself
back
out
the
door
.
Its
mechanism
,
not
Harlan
,
closed
it
soundlessly
.
Harlan
fell
back
blindly
.
He
could
breathe
only
by
struggling
violently
with
the
atmosphere
,
fighting
air
in
and
pushing
it
out
,
while
his
heart
beat
madly
as
though
in
an
effort
to
escape
his
body
.
Finge
,
Twissell
,
all
the
Council
together
could
not
have
disconcerted
him
so
much
.
It
was
the
fear
of
nothing
physical
that
had
unmanned
him
.
Rather
it
was
an
almost
instinctive
loathing
for
the
nature
of
the
accident
that
had
befallen
him
.
