So he felt no remorse over his victims; and as for anything he may have done against that impersonal entity, the criminal statutes, why, the period in prison had squared all such matters.

So he now faced life pleasantly and with care-free soul.
Larry had turned away from the dark river and had started to retrace his way, when he saw a man approaching through the darkness.

Larry paused.
The man drew near and halted exactly in front of Larry.

By the swing of his body Larry had recognized the man, and his own figure instinctively grew tense.
"What you doin' out here, Brainard ?" The voice was peremptory and rough.
"Throwing kisses over at Brooklyn," Larry replied coolly.

"And what are you doing out here, Gavegan ?" "Following you.