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"
You
know
what
I
’
d
like
to
do
?
"
Mr
.
McArdle
said
.
"
I
’
d
like
to
kick
your
goddam
head
open
.
"
"
Why
don
’
t
you
?
"
Mr
.
McArdle
abruptly
propped
himself
up
on
one
elbow
and
squashed
out
his
cigarette
stub
on
the
glass
top
of
the
night
table
.
"
One
of
these
days
—
"
he
began
grimly
.
"
One
of
these
days
,
you
’
re
going
to
have
a
tragic
,
tragic
heart
attack
,
"
Mrs
.
McArdle
said
,
with
a
minimum
of
energy
.
Without
bringing
her
arms
into
the
open
,
she
drew
her
top
sheet
more
tightly
around
and
under
her
body
.
"
There
’
ll
be
a
small
,
tasteful
funeral
,
and
everybody
’
s
going
to
ask
who
that
attractive
woman
in
the
red
dress
is
,
sitting
there
in
the
first
row
,
flirting
with
the
organist
and
making
a
holy
—
"
"
You
’
re
so
goddam
funny
it
isn
’
t
even
funny
,
"
Mr
.
McArdle
said
,
lying
inertly
on
his
back
again
.
During
this
little
exchange
,
Teddy
had
faced
around
and
resumed
looking
out
of
the
porthole
.
"
We
passed
the
Queen
Mary
at
three
-
thirty
-
two
this
morning
,
going
the
other
way
,
if
anybody
’
s
interested
,
"
he
said
slowly
.
"
Which
I
doubt
.
"
His
voice
was
oddly
and
beautifully
rough
cut
,
as
some
small
boys
’
voices
are
.
Each
of
his
phrasings
was
rather
like
a
little
ancient
island
,
inundated
by
a
miniature
sea
of
whiskey
.
"
That
deck
steward
Booper
despises
had
it
on
his
blackboard
.
"
"
I
’
ll
Queen
Mary
you
,
buddy
,
if
you
don
’
t
get
off
that
bag
this
minute
,
"
his
father
said
.
He
turned
his
head
toward
Teddy
.
"
Get
down
from
there
,
now
.
Go
get
yourself
a
haircut
or
something
.
"
He
looked
at
the
back
of
his
wife
’
s
head
again
.
"
He
looks
precocious
,
for
God
’
s
sake
.
"
"
I
haven
’
t
any
money
,
"
Teddy
said
.
He
placed
his
hands
more
securely
on
the
sill
of
the
porthole
,
and
lowered
his
chin
onto
the
backs
of
his
fingers
.
"
Mother
.
You
know
that
man
who
sits
right
next
to
us
in
the
dining
room
?
Not
the
very
thin
one
.
The
other
one
,
at
the
same
table
.
Right
next
to
where
our
waiter
puts
his
tray
down
.
"
"
Mm
-
hmm
,
"
Mrs
.
McArdle
said
.
"
Teddy
.
Darling
.
Let
Mother
sleep
just
five
minutes
more
,
like
a
sweet
boy
.
"
