Each Man Kills | Page 2

a calm imperturbability that seemed to speak his faith in
his eventual success, regardless of any effort on my part.

I don't know how to fight that sort of strategy. I look like I am: blunt
and obvious. Suddenly I didn't care if he was there.
"Maria. Ria, darling. This guy's no good for you, can't you see that?
What do you know about him?"
She looked at me, her eyes surprised and a little hurt. Then she looked
at him, seemed to be looking through him and into herself, if you know
what I mean. A slow flush spread from the base of her throat, that thin,
almost transparent throat.
"All I have to know," she said softly. "I love him."
She looked out the window. "I'm going up into Konigstein Mountain, to
a small sanitarium for my health shortly; the doctor has told me I must
go away, and Tod has suggested this place. There Tod and I shall be
married."
I knew then how it felt to be on the receiving end of a monkey-punch.
That she had come to this decision because of my objections, I had not
the slightest doubt. She was going to marry someone about whom she
knew absolutely nothing. She was much more ill than she knew. Hunter
was undoubtedly after her money; she was considerably well-off.
Obviously she was once more being influenced in the wrong direction.
"I won't let you!" I warned. "Give it some more time, if for nothing else,
then for old times' sake."
"How about me, Morris?" Tod interrupted. "You haven't asked me my
feelings on the subject. I happen to love Maria dearly. Have I no say
just because you're a childhood friend of hers?"
"Childhood friend! I was her whole family for years before she ever
heard of you! I'll see you in hell before I let her marry you!" I shouted.
Looking back, I'm sure that had he said anything else, I would have
killed him, if Ria hadn't come between us.
"That's enough, Bill Morris! I've heard all I want to from you. I'm

twenty-three, and if I choose to marry Tod, I'll do so and there's nothing
you can do about it. Now, please go."
"Okay, Ria," I said, "if that's the way you want it. But I'm not through.
If you won't protect yourself, I'll do it for you. I'd like to know more
about the mysterious Mr. Tod Hunter, American, and I do wish, for
your own sake, you'd do the same. I wouldn't care if you married King
Tut, so long as you knew all about him. People just don't marry
strangers; not if they're smart. For God's sake, ask him about himself!"
"All right, Bill," she replied, smiling patiently. "I'll ask him. Now, do
stop being childish."
"Okay, darling," I said sheepishly. "But do me one more favor. Don't
marry him until I get back. Only a little while; give me a week. Just
wait a little longer."
As I closed the door, I could still feel his smile, mocking--yet a little
sad.
But Maria didn't wait. I was gone a week. I had walked my legs off
trying to track down the elusive Mister Hunter and discovered
exactly--nothing. All his landlady could tell me was that he was an
American who had come to this climate for his health, and that he slept
late mornings. I was licked and I knew it. If I had been a pup, I would
have fitted my tail neatly between my legs and made for home. But I
wasn't a pup, so I headed straight for Ria's flat to face the music.
* * * * *
They were waiting for me, she and Tod. When I saw her, I wished I
were dead.
She lay in Tod's arms, her body a mere whisper of a body. White and
cold she was, like frozen milk on a cold winter's day. They were both
dead.
You know how it is when at a wake someone views the deceased and

says kindly, "She's beautiful," and "she" isn't beautiful at all; just a
made-up, lifeless handful of clay. Dead as dead, and frightening. Well,
it wasn't that way this time. Their fair skins were faintly pink-tinted and
their blonde heads, hers ashen and his a reddish cast, gleamed brightly.
And they sat so close in the sofa before the fire, his head resting in the
hollow of her throat. They looked--peaceful; no line marred their faces.
I almost fancied I saw them breathe. And on her third finger, left hand,
was the ring--a thin, platinum band. He had won, and in winning
somehow he had lost. How they had died and why they found each
other and death at the same time, I would probably never know.