ll, Jim
Wilson, with an echoing animal roar, lunged at Leroy Davis. His great
hand closed completely over that of Davis, hiding the gun. There was a
muffled explosion and the bullet cut unnoticed through Wilson's palm.
Wilson jerked the gun from Davis' weak grasp and hurled it away. Then he
killed Davis.

He did it slowly, a surprising thing for Wilson. He lifted Davis by his
neck and held him with his feet off the floor. He squeezed Davis' neck,
seeming to do it with great leisure as Davis made horrible noises and
kicked his legs.

Nora turned her eyes away, buried them in Frank Brooks' shoulder, but
she could not keep the sounds from reaching her ears. Frank held her
close. "Take it easy," he said. "Take it easy." And he was probably not
conscious of saying it.

"Tell him to hurry," Nora whispered. "Tell him to get it over with. It's
like killing--killing an animal."

"That's what he is--an animal."

Frank Brooks stared in fascination at Leroy Davis' distorted, darkening
face. It was beyond semblance of anything human now. The eyes bulged and
the tongue came from his mouth as though frantically seeking relief.

The animal sounds quieted and died away. Nora heard the sound of the
body falling to the floor--a limp, soft sound of finality. She turned
and saw Jim Wilson with his hands still extended and cupped. The
terrible hands from which the stench of a terrible life was drifting
away into empty air.

Wilson looked down at his handiwork. "He's dead," Wilson said slowly. He
turned to face Frank and Nora. There was a great disappointment in his
face. "That's all there is to it," he said, dully. "He's just--dead."
Without knowing it for what it was, Jim Wilson was full of the futile
aftertaste of revenge.

He bent down to pick up Minna's body. There was a small blue hole in the
right cheek and another one over the left eye. With a glance at Frank
and Nora, Jim Wilson covered the wounds with his hand as though they
were not decent. He picked her up in his arms and walked across the
lobby and up the stairs with the slow, quiet tread of a weary man.

The sound of the jeep welled up again, but it was further away now.
Frank Brooks took Nora's hand and they hurried out into the street. As
they crossed the sidewalk, the sound of the jeep was drowned by a sudden
swelling of the wailings to the northward.

On still a new note, they rose and fell on the still air. A note of
panic, of new knowledge, it seemed, but Fran