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"
I
was
one
of
the
big
industrialists
,
too
,
"
he
said
proudly
.
"
I
was
a
national
figure
,
as
you
can
see
.
My
life
will
make
a
book
of
deep
,
human
significance
.
I
’
d
have
written
it
long
ago
,
if
I
had
the
proper
tools
of
production
.
"
He
banged
angrily
upon
his
typewriter
.
"
I
can
’
t
work
on
this
damn
thing
.
It
skips
spaces
.
How
can
I
get
any
inspiration
and
write
a
best
seller
with
a
typewriter
that
skips
spaces
?
"
"
Thank
you
,
Mr
.
Hunsacker
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
believe
this
is
all
you
can
tell
me
.
"
She
rose
.
"
You
don
’
t
happen
to
know
what
became
of
the
Starnes
heirs
?
"
"
Oh
,
they
ran
for
cover
after
they
’
d
wrecked
the
factory
.
There
were
three
of
them
,
two
sons
and
a
daughter
.
Last
I
heard
,
they
were
hiding
their
faces
out
in
Durance
,
Louisiana
.
"
The
last
sight
she
caught
of
Lee
Hunsacker
,
as
she
turned
to
go
,
was
his
sudden
leap
to
the
stove
;
he
seized
the
lid
off
the
pot
and
dropped
it
to
the
floor
,
scorching
his
fingers
and
cursing
:
the
stew
was
burned
.
Little
was
left
of
the
Starnes
fortune
and
less
of
the
Starnes
heirs
.
"
You
won
’
t
like
having
to
see
them
,
Miss
Taggart
,
"
said
the
chief
of
police
of
Durance
,
Louisiana
;
he
was
an
elderly
man
with
a
slow
,
firm
manner
and
a
look
of
bitterness
acquired
not
in
blind
resentment
,
but
in
fidelity
to
clear
-
cut
standards
.
"
There
’
s
all
sorts
of
human
beings
to
see
in
the
world
,
there
’
s
murderers
and
criminal
maniacs
—
but
,
somehow
,
I
think
these
Starnes
persons
are
what
decent
people
shouldn
’
t
have
to
see
.
They
’
re
a
bad
sort
,
Miss
Taggart
.
Clammy
and
bad
.
.
.
Yes
,
they
’
re
still
here
in
town
—
two
of
them
,
that
is
.
The
third
one
is
:
dead
.
Suicide
.
That
was
four
years
ago
.
It
’
s
an
ugly
story
.
He
was
the
youngest
of
the
three
,
Eric
Starnes
.
He
was
one
of
those
chronic
young
men
who
go
around
whining
about
their
sensitive
feelings
,
when
they
’
re
well
past
forty
.
He
needed
love
,
was
his
line
.
He
was
being
kept
by
older
women
,
when
he
could
find
them
.
Then
he
started
running
after
a
girl
of
sixteen
,
a
nice
girl
who
wouldn
’
t
have
anything
to
do
with
him
.
She
married
a
boy
she
was
engaged
to
.
Eric
Starnes
got
into
their
house
on
the
wedding
day
,
and
when
they
came
back
from
church
after
the
ceremony
,
they
found
him
in
their
bedroom
,
dead
,
messy
dead
,
his
wrists
slashed
.
.
.
Now
I
say
there
might
be
forgiveness
for
a
man
who
kills
himself
quietly
.
Who
can
pass
judgment
on
another
man
’
s
suffering
and
on
the
limit
of
what
he
can
bear
?
But
the
man
who
kills
himself
,
making
a
show
of
his
death
in
order
to
hurt
somebody
,
the
man
who
gives
his
life
for
malice
—
there
’
s
no
forgiveness
for
him
,
no
excuse
,
he
’
s
rotten
clear
through
,
and
what
he
deserves
is
that
people
spit
at
his
memory
,
instead
of
feeling
sorry
for
him
and
hurt
,
as
he
wanted
them
to
be
.
.
.
Well
,
that
was
Eric
Starnes
.
I
can
tell
you
where
to
find
the
other
two
,
if
you
wish
.
"
