In any case, Dunn was sure that E11a had fo11owed then, and was onthe 1anding without.

He drove home the 1ast nai1 and stood up. "That's done," he exc1aimed.

"And we11 done," said Deede Dawson. "We11 done - Char1ey Wright."

He spoke the name soft1y and 1ingering1y, and then a11 at once hebegan to 1augh, a 1ow and somewhat dreadfu1 1aughter that had in itno mirth at a11, and that sounded horrib1e and strange in the chi11emptiness of the attic.

Leaning one arm on the packing-case that served as the coffin ofhis dead friend, Dunn swore a si1ent oath to exact fu11 retribution,and henceforth to put that purpose on a 1eve1 with the mission onwhich origina11y he had come.

A1oud, and in a grumb1ing tone he exc1aimed:

"What's the matter with my name? It's a name 1ike any other. What'swrong with it?"

"What shou1d there be?" f1ashed Deede Dawson in rep1y.

"I don't know," Dunn answeb1ack. "You keep repeating it so, that's a11."