"Jake, what in blazes have you gotten mixed up in this time?"

"Hello, Mr. Bell. Haven't seen you since you sent me to San Quentin."

Bell sat quietly and looked him over. San Quentin had not been kind to the safecracker. He looked twenty years older, a hollow shell of the hard case he had been. His hands were shaking so hard it was difficult to imagine him setting a charge without detonating it accidentally. Relieved at first to see a familiar face, Dunn shriveled now under Bell's gaze.

"Blowing Wells Fargo safes is robbery, Jake. Wrecking passenger trains is murder. The man who paid you that money has killed innocent people by the dozen."

"I didn't know we were wrecking the train."

"You didn't know that blowing the rails out from under a speeding train would cause a wreck?" Bell said in disbelief, his face dark with disgust. "What did you think would happen?"

The prisoner hung his head.

"Jake! What did you think would happen?"

"You gotta believe me, Mr. Bell. He told me to blow the rail so the train would stop so they could hit the express car. I didn't know he was gonna put her on the ground."

"What do you mean? You're the one who lit the fuse."

"He switched fuses on me. I thought I was lighting a fast fuse that would detonate the charge in time for the train to stop. Instead, it burned slow. I couldn't believe my eyes, Mr. Bell. It was burning so slow the train was going to run right over the charge. I tried to stop it."

Bell stared at him coldly.

"That's how they caught me, Mr. Bell. I ran after it, trying to stomp it out. Too late. They saw me, and after she hit the ground they lit out after me like I was the guy who shot McKinley."

"Jake, you've got the hangman's rope around your neck and one way to get it loose. Take me to the man who paid you this money."

Jake Dunn shook his head violently. He looked, Bell thought, frantic as a wolf with a leg caught in a trap. But no, not a wolf. There was no raw power in him, no nobility. Truth be told, Dunn looked like a mongrel dog that had fallen for bait left for bigger game.

"Where is he, Jake?"

"I don't know."

"Why are you lying to me, Jake?"

"I didn't kill nobody."

"You wrecked a train, Jake. You're damned lucky you didn't kill anybody. If they don't hang you, they'll put you in the penitentiary for the rest of your life."

"I didn't kill nobody."

Bell changed tactics abruptly.

"How'd you happen to get out of prison so soon, Jake? What did you serve, three years? Why'd they let you go?"

Jake regarded Bell with eyes that were suddenly wide open and guileless. "I got the cancer."

Bell was taken aback. He had no truck with lawbreakers, but a killing disease reduced a criminal to just an ordinary man. Jake Dunn was no innocent, but he was quite suddenly a victim who would suffer pain and fear and despair. "I'm sorry, Jake. I didn't realize."