'And condemn me to the everlasting flames of hell '-- " "Have I got to ?" "Yes."-- "'And condemn me to--to the everlasting flames of--of hell, if I ever tell!'" He ran off, pale with the fear that he might grow up, take to drink and some day tell in his cups, but so resolved not to coquet with temptation that he went round a block to avoid the door of the Rouen House bar.
Nevertheless, the note was in his hand and the fortune in his pocket.
And Mr.Carewe was safe.

He knew that the boy would never tell, and he knew another thing, for he had read the Journal, though it came no more to his house: he knew that Tom Vanrevel wore his uniform that evening, and that, even in the dusk, the brass buttons on an officer's breast make a good mark for a gun steadied along the ledge of a window.

As he entered the gates and went toward the house he glanced up at the window which overlooked his garden from the cupola..