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"
Said
he
was
scared
.
Just
took
orders
.
Laid
down
on
the
floor
and
let
’
em
have
it
.
Said
the
money
was
better
insured
than
he
was
.
"
"
I
’
ll
bring
you
the
sandwiches
when
I
close
up
.
I
’
ll
knock
on
the
back
door
.
What
kind
you
want
?
"
"
Don
’
t
bother
,
Mr
.
Hawley
.
I
’
ll
slip
across
the
alley
—
one
ham
and
one
cheese
on
rye
,
lettuce
and
mayonnaise
,
and
maybe
one
bottle
of
milk
and
a
Coke
for
later
.
"
"
Got
some
nice
salami
—
that
’
s
Marullo
.
"
"
No
,
thanks
.
How
’
s
the
one
-
man
Mafia
holding
up
?
"
"
All
right
,
I
guess
.
"
"
Well
,
even
if
you
don
’
t
like
guineas
,
you
got
to
admire
a
guy
can
build
a
pushcart
into
all
the
property
he
owns
.
He
’
s
pretty
cute
.
People
don
’
t
know
how
much
he
’
s
got
salted
away
.
Maybe
I
shouldn
’
t
say
that
.
Banker
’
s
not
supposed
to
tell
.
"
"
You
didn
’
t
tell
.
"
They
had
come
to
the
corner
where
Elm
angles
into
High
Street
.
Automatically
they
stopped
and
turned
to
look
at
the
pink
brick
and
plaster
mess
that
was
the
old
Bay
Hotel
,
now
being
wrecked
to
make
room
for
the
new
Woolworth
’
s
.
The
yellow
-
painted
bulldozer
and
the
big
crane
that
swung
the
wrecking
ball
were
silent
like
waiting
predators
in
the
early
morning
.
"
I
always
wanted
to
do
that
,
"
Joey
said
.
"
Must
be
a
kick
to
swing
that
steel
ball
and
see
a
wall
go
down
.
"
