s. Holding us on a pin like flies in an
exhibit."

Leroy Davis smiled brightly. "Like a butterfly in your case, honey. A
big, beautiful butterfly."

"What are you going to do," Frank Brooks snapped. "Whatever it is, let's
get it over with?"

"Can't you see what I'm doing?" Davis asked with genuine wonder. "Are
you that stupid? I'm being the boss. I'm in command and I like it. I
hold life and death over four people and I'm savoring the thrill of it.
You're pretty stupid, mister, and if you use that 'can't get away with
it' line, I'll put a bullet into your left ear and watch it come out
your right one."

Jim Wilson's fists were doubled. He was again approaching the reckless
point. And again it was dulled by the gradually increasing sound of a
motor--not in the air, but from the street level to the south.

It was a sane, cheerful sound and was resented instantly by the insane
mind of Leroy Davis.

He tightened even to the point that his face grew more pale from the
tension. He backed to a window, looked out quickly, and turned back.
"It's a jeep," he said. "They're going by the hotel. If anybody makes a
move, or yells, they'll find four bodies in here and me gone. That's
what I'm telling you and you know I'll do it."

They knew he _would_ do it and they stood silent, trying to dredge up
the nerve to make a move. The jeep's motor backfired a couple of times
as it approached Madison Street. Each time, Leroy Davis' nerves reacted
sharply and the four people kept their eyes trained on the gun in his
hand.

The jeep came to the intersection and slowed down. There was a
conference between its two occupants--helmeted soldiers in dark brown
battle dress. Then the jeep moved on up Clark Street toward Lake.

A choked sigh escaped from Nora's throat. Frank Brooks turned toward
her. "Take it easy," he said. "We're not dead yet. I don't think he
wants to kill us."

The reply came from Minna. She spoke quietly. "I don't care. I can't
stand any more of this. After all, we aren't animals. We're human beings
and we have a right to live and die as we please."

Minna walked toward Leroy Davis. "I'm not afraid of your gun any more.
All you can do with it is kill me. Go ahead and do it."

Minna walked up to Leroy Davis. He gaped at her and said, "You're crazy!
Get back there. You're a crazy dame!"

He fired the gun twice and Minna died appreciating the incongruity of
his words. She went out on a note of laughter and as she fe