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"
Come
in
.
"
"
No
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
just
got
one
word
to
say
.
I
heard
how
that
fella
offered
you
a
kickback
.
"
"
Yes
?
"
"
I
heard
how
you
threw
him
out
.
"
"
Who
told
you
?
"
"
I
can
’
t
tell
.
"
He
smiled
again
.
"
Well
,
what
about
it
?
You
trying
to
say
I
should
have
taken
it
?
"
He
stepped
forward
and
shook
my
hand
,
pumped
it
up
and
down
twice
very
formally
.
"
You
’
re
a
good
fella
,
"
he
said
.
"
Maybe
he
didn
’
t
offer
enough
.
"
"
You
kidding
?
You
’
re
a
good
fella
.
That
’
s
all
.
You
’
re
a
good
fella
.
"
He
reached
in
his
bulging
side
pocket
and
brought
out
a
bag
.
"
You
take
this
.
"
He
patted
my
shoulder
and
then
in
a
welter
of
embarrassment
turned
and
fled
;
his
short
legs
pumped
him
away
and
his
fat
neck
flamed
where
it
bulged
over
his
stiff
white
collar
.
