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I
think
that
the
look
in
my
companion
's
eyes
,
the
sheer
naked
scare
on
his
face
,
completed
my
conviction
of
his
honesty
.
My
own
voice
sharpened
a
bit
as
I
asked
him
what
he
did
next
.
"
I
realized
that
I
was
bottled
as
sure
as
a
pickled
herring
,
and
that
there
was
only
one
way
out
.
I
had
to
die
.
If
my
pursuers
knew
I
was
dead
they
would
go
to
sleep
again
.
"
"
How
did
you
manage
it
?
"
"
I
told
the
man
that
valets
me
that
I
was
feeling
pretty
bad
,
and
I
got
myself
up
to
look
like
death
.
That
was
n't
difficult
,
for
I
'm
no
slouch
at
disguises
.
Then
I
got
a
corpse
--
you
can
always
get
a
body
in
London
if
you
know
where
to
go
for
it
.
I
fetched
it
back
in
a
trunk
on
the
top
of
a
four-wheeler
,
and
I
had
to
be
assisted
upstairs
to
my
room
.
You
see
I
had
to
pile
up
some
evidence
for
the
inquest
.
I
went
to
bed
and
got
my
man
to
mix
me
a
sleeping-draught
,
and
then
told
him
to
clear
out
.
He
wanted
to
fetch
a
doctor
,
but
I
swore
some
and
said
I
could
n't
abide
leeches
.
When
I
was
left
alone
I
started
in
to
fake
up
that
corpse
.
He
was
my
size
,
and
I
judged
had
perished
from
too
much
alcohol
,
so
I
put
some
spirits
handy
about
the
place
.
The
jaw
was
the
weak
point
in
the
likeness
,
so
I
blew
it
away
with
a
revolver
.
I
daresay
there
will
be
somebody
tomorrow
to
swear
to
having
heard
a
shot
,
but
there
are
no
neighbours
on
my
floor
,
and
I
guessed
I
could
risk
it
.
So
I
left
the
body
in
bed
dressed
up
in
my
pyjamas
,
with
a
revolver
lying
on
the
bed-clothes
and
a
considerable
mess
around
.
Then
I
got
into
a
suit
of
clothes
I
had
kept
waiting
for
emergencies
.
I
did
n't
dare
to
shave
for
fear
of
leaving
tracks
,
and
besides
,
it
was
n't
any
kind
of
use
my
trying
to
get
into
the
streets
.
I
had
had
you
in
my
mind
all
day
,
and
there
seemed
nothing
to
do
but
to
make
an
appeal
to
you
.
I
watched
from
my
window
till
I
saw
you
come
home
,
and
then
slipped
down
the
stair
to
meet
you
...
There
,
sir
,
I
guess
you
know
about
as
much
as
me
of
this
business
.
"
He
sat
blinking
like
an
owl
,
fluttering
with
nerves
and
yet
desperately
determined
.
By
this
time
I
was
pretty
well
convinced
that
he
was
going
straight
with
me
.
It
was
the
wildest
sort
of
narrative
,
but
I
had
heard
in
my
time
many
steep
tales
which
had
turned
out
to
be
true
,
and
I
had
made
a
practice
of
judging
the
man
rather
than
the
story
.
If
he
had
wanted
to
get
a
location
in
my
flat
,
and
then
cut
my
throat
,
he
would
have
pitched
a
milder
yarn
.
"
Hand
me
your
key
,
"
I
said
,
"
and
I
'll
take
a
look
at
the
corpse
.
Excuse
my
caution
,
but
I
'm
bound
to
verify
a
bit
if
I
can
.
"
He
shook
his
head
mournfully
.
"
I
reckoned
you
'd
ask
for
that
,
but
I
have
n't
got
it
.
It
's
on
my
chain
on
the
dressing-table
.
I
had
to
leave
it
behind
,
for
I
could
n't
leave
any
clues
to
breed
suspicions
.
The
gentry
who
are
after
me
are
pretty
bright-eyed
citizens
.
You
'll
have
to
take
me
on
trust
for
the
night
,
and
tomorrow
you
'll
get
proof
of
the
corpse
business
right
enough
.
"
I
thought
for
an
instant
or
two
.
"
Right
.
I
'll
trust
you
for
the
night
.
I
'll
lock
you
into
this
room
and
keep
the
key
.
Just
one
word
,
Mr
Scudder
.
I
believe
you
're
straight
,
but
if
so
be
you
are
not
I
should
warn
you
that
I
'm
a
handy
man
with
a
gun
.
"
