ith people going to the theaters. It
was about the time when people in the city eat what they call dinner.
The moon was coming up back of our house, which lay there all black--not
a light in it now. I could see the flower beds in our yard, and the
white naked statutes standing there. It looked right pretty, but cold
like a graveyard.

The front door was shut and, the moon being up over east, the part of
the house toward us was black-like. I remembered what the lawyer man had
said about things being signed, sealed and delivered. Well, we'd closed
the books. It was to hell with them Better Things!

I didn't tell Old Man Wright that Bonnie Bell had been there, because
he had things hard enough the way it was and I was working for him yet a
little while. He was ca'm as a summer day now.

I'd been his deputy once or twice when we had to go and arrest a bad
man. He was now just like he was then. He walks, his thumbs, on both
sides, just resting on the waistband of his pants. I don't know what he
had in his mind; but you couldn't of saw the sign of a gun on him and
I'd throwed my gun away. His coat tails hung straight down. Outside he
was plumb civilized. His face was white and he looked right gentle--just
gentle. He wasn't. As for changing him, it would of been as easy to
change one of them marble statutes over in our garden.

Them Wisners wasn't watching their own gate like they'd ought to of. We
walked on up their stairs and the old man rung the bell and stood there,
his face without no expression now.

We heard some noises inside there--their dog begun to bark and it seemed
like people was talking. Their William opened the door and we all stood
there.

Old Man Wright reaches out his arm and pushes him to one side, and him
and me go on in, walking fast toward the middle of the house.

XXX

HOW IT COME OUT AFTER ALL

There was a curtain acrost the door between the hall and the room
beyond. Old Man Wright made one sweep and throwed open the whole room
before us. We stood there in the door, neither of us making any move.
Everything stopped then. There wasn't nobody talking no more. What we
seen before us was something you couldn't hardly of figured on seeing at
all.

They was all setting at the dinner table and they was all dressed up.
There was Old Man Wisner and the old lady, and Bonnie Bell--she was
setting next to the old lady. Just beyond, and square acrost the table
from us, facing us, was the hired