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hall.' 'But--but--this fellow came all that way to see the ball-game.' It seemed incredible to Mr Birdsey that this aspect of the affair should not be the one to strike everybody to the exclusion of all other aspects. 'You can't give him up. It's too raw.' 'He's a convicted criminal.' 'He's a fan. Why, say, he's _the_ fan.' Waterall shrugged his shoulders, and walked to the telephone. Benyon spoke. 'One moment.' Waterall turned, and found himself looking into the muzzle of a small pistol. He laughed. 'I expected that. Wave it about all you want' Benyon rested his shaking hand on the edge of the table. 'I'll shoot if you move.' 'You won't. You haven't the nerve. There's nothing to you. You're just a cheap crook, and that's all. You wouldn't find the nerve to pull that trigger in a million years.' He took off the receiver. 'Give me Scotland Yard,' he said. He had turned his back to Benyon. Benyon sat motionless. Then, with a thud, the pistol fell to the ground. The next moment Benyon had broken down. His face was buried in his arms, and he was a wreck of a man, sobbing like a hurt child. Mr Birdsey was profoundly distressed. He sat tingling and helpless. This was a nightmare. Waterall's level voice spoke at the telephone. 'Is this Scotland Yard? I am Waterall, of the _New York Chronicle_. Is Inspector Jarvis there? Ask him to come to the phone.... Is that you, Jarvis? This is Waterall. I'm speaking from the Savoy, Mr Birdsey's rooms. Birdsey. Listen, Jarvis. There's a man here that's wanted by the American police. Send someone here and get him. Benyon. Robbed the New Asiatic Bank in New York. Yes, you've a warrant out for him, five years old.... All right.' He hung up the receiver. Benyon sprang to his feet. He stood, shaking, a pitiable sight. Mr Birdsey had risen with him. They stood looking at Waterall. 'You--skunk!' said Mr Birdsey. 'I'm an American citizen,' said Waterall, 'and I happen to have some idea of a citizen's duties. What is more, I'm a newspaper man, and I have some idea of my duty to my paper. Call me what you like, you won't alter that.' Mr Birdsey snorted. 'You're suffering from ingrowing sentimentality, Mr Birdsey. That's what's the matter with you. Just because this man has escaped justice for five years, you think he ought to be considered quit of the whole thing.' 'But--but--' 'I don't.' He took out his cigarette case. He was feeling a
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