By your own works shall you be judged
Ernie Francis Lee looked at his library. The room was warm and dimly lit. There was a rhino horn of the rhino he killed after they had become close to extinction. He had a cabinetmaker build him a case for it from endangered timbers. The cabinetmaker had been well paid, of course, but he became sickened when the horn appeared. Then, the horn was installed in the display case. Ernie thought he might inform the police, so like many others, he disappeared soon after. He walked over the rug of a Sumatra Tiger he'd shot 15 years ago. It was such a beautiful creature. Now, only shadows of the fierceness there when it was alive were visible. No one ever came into this side of the house. No chambermaids, servants, or even his butler could enter. Dust was everywhere. He heard the doorbell chime again. It was almost time now. He was coming. He would fulfil their contract. Ernie's position, his influence in society, and his immeasurable wealth were all contractual. Ernie was afraid. He...