the dog Behemoth; and so came into his own section of the
town.

He was an apostle of law who of all things loved harmony. Already his
mind was busily at work seeking to restore order out of the ruins of his
house. Obviously the first thing to do, the one thing that could not
wait an hour, was to get his sense of honesty somehow back again. He
must compel Surface to hand over to Miss Weyland immediately every cent
of money that he had. The delivery could be arranged easily enough,
without any sensational revelations. The letter to Miss Weyland could
come from a lawyer in the West; in Australia, if the old man liked; that
didn't matter. The one thing that did matter was that he should
immediately make restitution as fully as lay within the power of them
both.

Surface, of course, would desperately resist such a suggestion. Queed
knew of but one club which could drive him to agree to it, one goad
which could rowel him to the height. This was his own continued
companionship. He could compel Surface to disgorgement only at the price
of a new offering of himself to the odious old man who had played false
with him as with everybody else. Queed did not hesitate. At the moment
every cost seemed small to clear his dearest belonging, which was his
personal honesty, of this stain. As for Surface, nothing could make him
more detestable in a moral sense than he had been all along. He had been
a thief and a liar from the beginning. Once the cleansing storm was
over, their unhappy domestic union could go on much as it had done
before.

For his part, he must at once set about restoring his half of the joint
living expenses consumed during the past nine months. This money could
be passed in through the lawyer with the rest, so that she would never
know. Obviously, he would have to make more money than he was making
now, which meant that he would have to take still more time from his
book. There were his original tax articles in the _Post_, which a
publisher had asked him at the time to work over into a primer for
college use. There might be a few hundreds to be made there. He could
certainly place some articles in the reviews. If for the next twelve
months he ruthlessly eliminated everything from his life that did not
bring in money, he could perhaps push his earnings for the next year to
three thousand dollars, which would be enough to see him through....

And busy with thoughts like these, he came home to Surface's pleasant
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