He received it mechanically; but after a pause, bethinking himself, he unfolded it and cast his eyes over the contents. Then he slowly refolded it and held it a moment with a tremulous hand. "You say that Mr. Sloane directed you to destroy it?" he finally asked.
"I say so."
"And that you know the contents?"
"Exactly."
"And that you were about to comply?"
"On the contrary, I declined."
Theodore fixed his eyes, for a moment, on the superscription, and then raised them again to my face. "Thank you, Max," he said "You've left me a real satisfaction." He tore the sheet across and threw the bits into the fire. We stood watching them burn. "Now he can make another," said Theodore.
"Twenty others," I replied.
"No," said Theodore, "you'll take care of that."
"Upon my soul," I cried, "you're bitter!"
"No, not now. I worked off all my bitterness in these few words."
"Well, in consideration of that, I excuse them."
"Just as you please."
"Ah," said I, "there's a little bitterness left!"
"No, nothing but indifference. Farewell." And he put out his hand.
