It was Nike’s curiosity, perhaps; but Dunne’s curiosity may have had a share in shaping the remaining events. Possibly he unconsciously had some hope that made him look alertly about him. Certainly Haney’s curiosity contributed. Or perhaps Haney didn’t so much want to make sure as he wanted to swagger in the presence of those who had opposed his purposes and frustrated some of his efforts, even if they happened to be dead when he swaggered. Possibly he had a freakish idea that such brilliance and talent as he’d displayed deserved a greater reward than merely being the husband of Nike’s second cousin once removed, and thus collateral descendent of Joe Griffiths. He may have had a notion that this was the Big Rock Candy Mountain, but that wasn’t likely. Haney moored his donkeyship to one of the freakish metallic formations on the surface of this fifteen-hundred-foot Ring-fragment. He relaxed in absolute assurance of complete success in all his undertakings. The brother and sister, to whom his wife was a second cousin once removed, were dead.
