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"
Agreement
for
what
?
"
"
Don
’
t
talk
.
I
have
something
for
you
.
Here
.
Take
this
key
.
"
The
captain
flushed
.
"
It
’
s
a
great
honor
.
"
"
Not
the
key
to
the
city
,
you
fool
!
"
snapped
Mr
.
Iii
.
"
Just
a
key
to
the
House
.
Go
down
that
corridor
,
unlock
the
big
door
,
and
go
inside
and
shut
the
door
tight
.
You
can
spend
the
night
there
.
In
the
morning
I
’
ll
send
Mr
.
Xxx
to
see
you
.
"
Dubiously
the
captain
took
the
key
in
hand
.
He
stood
looking
at
the
floor
.
His
men
did
not
move
.
They
seemed
to
be
emptied
of
all
their
blood
and
their
rocket
fever
.
They
were
drained
dry
.
"
What
is
it
?
What
’
s
wrong
?
"
inquired
Mr
.
Iii
.
"
What
are
you
waiting
for
?
What
do
you
want
?
"
He
came
and
peered
up
into
the
captain
’
s
face
,
stooping
.
"
Out
with
it
,
you
!
"
"
I
don
’
t
suppose
you
could
even
—
"
suggested
the
captain
.
"
I
mean
,
that
is
,
try
to
,
or
think
about
…
"
He
hesitated
.
"
We
’
ve
worked
hard
,
we
’
ve
come
a
long
way
,
and
maybe
you
could
just
shake
our
hands
and
say
«
Well
done
!
»
do
you
—
think
?
"
His
voice
faded
.
Mr
.
Iii
stuck
out
his
hand
stiffly
.
"
Congratulations
!
"
He
smiled
a
cold
smile
.
"
Congratulations
.
"
He
turned
away
.
"
I
must
go
now
.
Use
that
key
.
"
Without
noticing
them
again
,
as
if
they
had
melted
down
through
the
floor
,
Mr
.
Iii
moved
about
the
room
packing
a
little
manuscript
case
with
papers
.
He
was
in
the
room
another
five
minutes
but
never
again
addressed
the
solemn
quartet
that
stood
with
heads
down
,
their
heavy
legs
sagging
,
the
light
dwindling
from
their
eyes
.
When
Mr
.
Iii
went
out
the
door
he
was
busy
looking
at
his
fingernails
…
