Her eyes were wide with fear. She was trembling. Cold beads of sweat were forming on her forehead. She backed away from him hastily, and stumbled on a chair.

"Jack! Honey!" she gasped, "We can work things out!"

She looked into his cold, emotionless eyes. "No, we can't," said Jack, very matter-of-factly. In his right hand was a large butcher's knife.

She tried again. "Jack! Don't! I'm sorry Jack, I really am. I promise to do anything you tell me, anything! If........... If you want me to go away, I will. I'll go away and never see you again. Please, Jack, please!"

Jack shook his head calmly. He gave her a wry little smile and blinked his eyes. He then took a step forward.

"Jack!" Susan was hyserical now. Her wide eyes darted around the room, looking for a way out. "The Police .......The Police will arrest and hang you. You cannot escape. Aren't you afraid?!"

"No," said Jack simply. She looked into his calm, blue eyes and realised that he wasn't. And with the knife in his hand, he lunged forward.


Ten minutes later, Susan was shoving her clothes hurridly into a large suitcase. She was filled with relief, but shivered occasionally : she was nervous.
"Thank you, thank you Jack. I swear I'll never see you again. I'll ...... I'll go far, far away. Asia, or someplace. You'll never see me again, I promise."

Jack was sitting on a chair; a smile on his face, and the knife wedged in his throat.