Part 6 (2/2)
”Help--! It is that I want. It is that which brought me here. It is because I must have you help me.”
”You've only to say what you want.”
”Your help--”
”You know I'll do whatever I can for you.”
”Yes--; I hoped that. I counted--on--your--help.”
He waited for Kurz to go on. Kurz sat there silent. The long, shaking fingers fumbled at each other.
”Well?”
”Later.”
”All right--I don't know what you're driving at.”
”Are--you--sure--you--do--not--know--?”
”But--If you don't want to tell me now; why, tell me in your own good time, old fellow.”
”Yes. You are not angry? You do not care if I say it later?”
”Of course I don't care.”
”Not--care--If--you--knew--; if--it--is--true--; you will care!”
He could not make out what Kurz meant.
”It's mighty nice seeing you,” he said after a second's silence. ”It's been a long time. Years since I've seen you.”
”I came though, Charlie;--I had to come, Charlie.”
”I'm jolly well glad you did!”
”You knew I would come.”
He drew his brows together in a perplexed frown.
”I knew we would meet sometime.”
”Yes. Sometime.”
”And the sometime's now. Eh, Otto?”
”Now?” Kurz's big body strained forward. ”What--is--it, Charlie--; this--now--?”
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