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"
But
haven
’
t
you
an
idea
of
what
might
have
happened
to
her
?
"
"
No
.
She
just
disappeared
one
day
,
just
dropped
out
of
sight
.
The
same
thing
happened
to
Bertha
Riley
two
years
later
—
just
dropped
out
.
"
Jim
felt
with
his
hand
along
the
line
of
his
jaw
.
"
It
might
have
been
my
imagination
,
but
it
seemed
to
me
that
my
mother
was
quieter
even
than
before
.
She
moved
kind
of
like
a
machine
,
and
she
hardly
ever
said
anything
.
Her
eyes
got
a
kind
of
a
dead
look
,
too
.
But
it
made
my
old
man
mad
.
He
had
to
fight
everything
with
his
fists
.
He
went
to
work
and
beat
hell
out
of
the
foreman
at
the
Monel
packing
house
.
Then
he
did
ninety
days
for
assault
.
"
Harry
stared
out
the
window
.
Suddenly
he
put
down
his
pencil
and
stood
up
.
"
Come
on
!
"
he
said
.
"
I
’
m
going
to
take
you
down
to
the
house
and
get
rid
of
you
.
I
’
ve
got
to
get
that
report
out
.
I
’
ll
do
it
when
I
get
back
.
"
Jim
walked
to
the
radiator
and
picked
off
two
pairs
of
damp
socks
.
He
rolled
them
up
and
put
them
in
his
paper
bag
.
"
I
’
ll
dry
them
down
at
the
other
place
,
"
he
said
.
Harry
put
on
his
hat
,
and
folded
the
report
and
put
it
in
his
pocket
.
"
Every
once
in
a
while
the
cops
go
through
this
place
,
"
he
explained
.
"
I
don
’
t
leave
anything
around
.
"
He
locked
the
office
door
as
he
went
out
.
They
walked
through
the
business
center
of
the
city
,
and
past
blocks
of
apartment
houses
.
At
last
they
came
to
a
district
of
old
houses
,
each
in
its
own
yard
.
Harry
turned
into
a
driveway
.
"
Here
we
are
.
It
’
s
in
back
of
this
house
.
"
They
followed
the
gravelled
drive
,
and
in
back
came
to
a
tiny
cottage
,
newly
painted
.
Harry
walked
to
the
door
and
opened
it
,
and
motioned
Jim
inside
.
The
cottage
contained
one
large
room
and
a
kitchenette
.
In
the
big
room
there
were
six
steel
cots
,
made
up
with
army
blankets
.
Three
men
were
in
the
room
,
two
lying
on
cots
and
one
large
man
,
with
the
face
of
a
scholarly
prizefighter
,
pecking
slowly
at
a
typewriter
.
He
looked
up
quickly
when
Harry
opened
the
door
,
and
then
stood
up
and
came
forward
smiling
.
"
Hello
,
Harry
,
"
he
said
.
"
What
’
s
on
your
mind
?
"
"
This
is
Jim
Nolan
,
"
Harry
explained
.
"
Remember
?
His
name
came
up
the
other
night
.
Jim
,
this
is
Mac
.
He
knows
more
about
field
work
than
anybody
in
the
state
.
"
