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years older. At last she spoke. "Is the little plot finished?" she asked. "Very nearly," he replied "And is it decorous in episode, cheerful in tone, and forcible in moral tendency?" "All these it is, and more." "Then--please, sir, I have a question to ask." "Ask, maiden," said Dick. "I want to know why you keep that filthy cloth in your pocket." "And why this sudden curiosity about a trifle?" His hand felt the thing as if he had forgotten it. "Because," said Amaryllis, "I can't possibly sit closer to you if you don't throw it away." Dick rose, taking the bundle carefully from his pocket. "It's a curio--a relic. I'll show it you some day," he said, laying it in a corner of the rack. "Not now?" "Not now." And then there came over his face an expression of mixed humour and triumph. "By the bloomin' idol made of mud!" he cried, "you've given me the climax. It makes the story more moral than ever." And he murmured, as if only for himself: "Which side, O Bud! Which side?" A little later he put up both windows. "It'll be awfully hot," said Amaryllis. "Let's be absolutely silent for a bit," said Dick. "With our ears to the partition, we might hear something." With intense concentration, they listened for several minutes. "It's no good," said Dick at last. "Talking, talking all the time, but the train makes too much row, and the padding's too thick." "I heard something," said the girl. "Not words--but the different tones of two voices, arguing. One wants to do something, and the other doesn't. He's afraid, I think." "M'm!" grunted Dick. "The brave one's here--with his back to me. He's strong and heavy, I think, because his voice is growly, and he sits back hard now and then, and I can feel the partition bulge a little. And then--he keeps fiddling with something that clicks." "Clicks? How? Like the hammer of an empty gun?" asked Dick, puzzled. The girl leaned forward and touched the spring lock of the carriage door. "No. Heavier than a pistol. Clicky and thumpy, like this lock if you pull it and let go." Dick's face beamed with satisfaction. "Don't touch it--I know," he said. "I suppose you'll be wanting half the proceeds, and your name as part author." "What on earth d'you mean, Dick?" "Collaboration. You've completed the plot." He changed his seat to face her from the opposite corner; looked at his watch, and thereafter gazed steadily from the wind
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