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3. The Man Who Was Thursday
BEFORE one of the fresh faces could appear at the doorway, Gregory's stunned
surprise had fallen from him. He was beside the table with a bound, and a noise
in his throat like a wild beast. He caught up the Colt's revolver and took aim at
Syme. Syme did not flinch, but he put up a pale and polite hand.
"Don't be such a silly man," he said, with the effeminate dignity of a curate. "Don't
you see it's not necessary? Don't you see that we're both in the same boat? Yes,
and jolly sea-sick."
Gregory could not speak, but he could not fire either, and he looked his question.
"Don't you see we've checkmated each other?" cried Syme. "I can't tell the police
you are an anarchist. You can't tell the anarchists I'm a policeman. I can only
watch you, knowing what you are; you can only watch me, knowing what I am. In
short, it's a lonely, intellectual duel, my head against yours. I'm a policeman
deprived of the help of the police. You, my poor fellow, are an anarchist deprived
of the help of that law and organisation which is so essential to anarchy. The one
solitary difference is in your favour. You are not surrounded by inquisitive
policemen; I am surrounded by inquisitive anarchists. I cannot betray you, but I
might betray myself. Come, come! wait and see me betray myself. I shall do it so
Gregory put the pistol slowly down, still staring at Syme as if he were a sea-
"I don't believe in immortality," he said at last, "but if, after all this, you were to
break your word, God would make a hell only for you, to howl in for ever."
"I shall not break my word," said Syme sternly, "nor will you break yours. Here
are your friends."
The mass of the anarchists entered the room heavily, with a slouching and
somewhat weary gait; but one little man, with a black beard and glasses--a man
somewhat of the type of Mr. Tim Healy--detached himself, and bustled forward
with some papers in his hand.
"Comrade Gregory," he said, "I suppose this man is a delegate?"
Gregory, taken by surprise, looked down and muttered the name of Syme; but
Syme replied almost pertly--