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A
man
’
s
voice
—
stone
dead
,
yet
somehow
rudely
,
almost
obscenely
quickened
for
the
occasion
—
came
through
at
the
other
end
:
"
Lee
?
I
wake
you
?
"
The
gray
-
haired
man
glanced
briefly
left
,
at
the
girl
.
"
Who
’
s
that
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Arthur
?
"
"
Yeah
—
I
wake
you
?
"
"
No
,
no
.
I
’
m
in
bed
,
reading
.
Anything
wrong
?
"
"
You
sure
I
didn
’
t
wake
you
?
Honest
to
God
?
"
"
No
,
no
—
absolutely
,
"
the
gray
-
haired
man
said
.
"
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
I
’
ve
been
averaging
about
four
lousy
hours
—
"
"
The
reason
I
called
,
Lee
,
did
you
happen
to
notice
when
Joanie
was
leaving
?
Did
you
happen
to
notice
if
she
left
with
the
Ellenbogens
,
by
any
chance
?
"
The
gray
-
haired
man
looked
left
again
,
but
high
this
time
,
away
from
the
girl
,
who
was
now
watching
him
rather
like
a
young
,
blue
-
eyed
Irish
policeman
.
"
No
,
I
didn
’
t
,
Arthur
,
"
he
said
,
his
eyes
on
the
far
,
dim
end
of
the
room
,
where
the
wall
met
the
ceiling
.
"
Didn
’
t
she
leave
with
you
?
"
"
No
.
Christ
,
no
.
You
didn
’
t
see
her
leave
at
all
,
then
?
"
"
Well
,
no
,
as
a
matter
of
fact
,
I
didn
’
t
,
Arthur
,
"
the
gray
-
haired
man
said
.
"
Actually
,
as
a
matter
of
fact
,
I
didn
’
t
see
a
bloody
thing
all
evening
.
The
minute
I
got
in
the
door
,
I
got
myself
involved
in
one
long
Jesus
of
a
session
with
that
French
poop
,
Viennese
poop
—
whatever
the
hell
he
was
.
Every
bloody
one
of
these
foreign
guys
keep
an
eye
open
for
a
little
free
legal
advice
.
Why
?
What
’
s
up
?
Joanie
lost
?
"
