back through the years and memory faintly stirred, but she gave
him no leisure to speak.

"I was waiting outside with his dinner-bucket, along with the
other women. I saw him go. I saw you kill him--"

"LILAS! Good God, are you crazy?" he burst forth.

"It was murder."

"Murder?"

"It was. You did it. You killed him." She had dropped her
cigarette, and it burned a black scar into the rug at their feet.
Hammon retreated a step, the girl followed with blazing eyes and
words that were hot with hate. "You spilled that melted steel on
him, and I saw it all. When I grew up I prayed for a chance to get
even, for his sake and for the sake of the other hunkies you
killed. You killed my mother, too, Jarvis Hammon, and made me a--
a--You made me hustle my living in the streets, and go through
hell to get it."

"Be quiet!" he commanded, roughly. "The thing's incredible--
absurd. You--the daughter of one of my workmen--and a JEW!"

"Yes. Levinski--Lily Levinski. And you wanted to marry me," she
gibed. "But I fooled you."

"I guess I--must be--out of my head. I never knew the man--there
were thousands of them; accidents were common. But--you say--" He