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Jelicorse looked quite coolly down on the dead body of the Anglo-Russian as if it had been no more than the carcase of some vermin. He had had no compunction whatever in firing the fatal shot which had saved his own life, and he regarded the world as being well rid of a scoundrel anyway.
Besides, he was used to these adventures, and his companion was hardened by years of suffering and misery to sights which would have lived in the memory of the average man for the best part of a lifetime. Jelicorse put his automatic away and pushed Hommany into the grave which he had dug for himself.