If it's true that I killed Erris Boyne, what hurts most is the reason why I killed him." "One way or another--does it matter now ?" asked Christopher gently.
"Is it that you think nothing matters since I've paid the price, sunk myself in shame, lost my friends, and come out with not a penny left ?" asked Dyck.

"But yes," he added with a smile, wry and twisted, "yes, I have a little left!" He drew from his pocket four small pieces of gold, and gazed ironically at them in his palm.
"Look at them!" He held out his hand, so that the two men could see the little coins.

"Those were taken from me when I entered prison.

They've been in the hands of the head of the jail ever since.

They give them to me now--all that's left of what I was." "No, not all, sir," declared Michael.