"Adriana is dead. The child is dead. That the eyes you understand." His great fist bowed my face. "The book lives. You have seen it."
"Very well," said I. "I've seen it."
"Very well," said I. "If you insist, I can wash my hands of the whole matter. I saw a completed manuscript. You are my executor and trustee. You took it away. That? All I know. Will that do for you?"
"And I'll give you a receipt. Whatever happens, you're responsible. I can hum the thing if I like. Do anything I know. Let me have you."
"I needn't mention that you're not going to give a hint to a human soul of what you have seen this day?"
I faced him and looked into his eyes. "What do you take me for? I think you're for the one human soul who must know."
He was silent for a minute or two, then with a great-hearted smile. "You are one human soul who must know."
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