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As
we
crossed
the
street
Morph
said
,
"
Don
’
t
let
on
to
his
guinea
eminence
that
I
pulled
a
blooper
about
him
being
deportation
bait
,
will
you
?
"
"
Why
should
I
?
"
"
Why
did
I
?
What
’
s
in
that
jewel
case
?
"
"
Knight
Templar
’
s
hat
.
Feather
’
s
yellow
.
Going
to
see
if
it
can
be
whited
up
.
"
"
You
belong
to
that
?
"
"
It
’
s
in
the
family
.
We
been
Masons
since
before
George
Washington
was
Grand
Master
.
"
"
He
was
?
Does
Mr
.
Baker
belong
?
"
"
It
’
s
in
his
family
too
.
"
We
were
in
the
alley
now
.
Morph
fished
for
the
key
to
the
bank
’
s
back
door
.
"
Maybe
that
’
s
why
we
open
the
safe
like
a
lodge
meeting
.
Might
as
well
be
holding
candles
.
It
’
s
kind
of
holy
.
"
"
Morph
,
"
I
said
,
"
you
’
re
full
of
bull
this
morning
.
Easter
didn
’
t
clean
you
up
at
all
.
"
