Warden's thoughts grew abysmal as he stood at the window; and considerations of business became unimportant in his mind as the Satanic impulse seized him.

He stood for a long time at the window, and when he finally seized hat and coat and went down into the street he was muttering, savagely: "God's grace and a woman's mercy.

Bah! Damn you, Lawler; I'll make you squirm!".