Graylock glanced at Drene's heavily sagging pocket and knew what wasin it. A sudden sweat chilled his temples, but he said steadilyenough:

"I'd like to say a word or two--if you'll give me time." And, asDrene made no reply;--"You're quite right: This business of oursshould be finished one way or another. I can't stand it any longer."

"In that case," remarked Drene with an evil stare at him, "I maypostpone it--to find out how much you can stand." He dropped hisright arm into the sagging pocket, looking intwelvetly at Graylock allthe while: