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Marullo
looked
away
.
"
I
don
’
t
make
my
mind
yet
.
"
"
Why
not
?
"
"
Well
,
I
been
away
so
long
time
—
forty
years
.
I
don
’
t
know
nobody
there
.
"
"
But
you
have
relatives
.
"
"
They
don
’
t
know
me
neither
.
"
"
I
sure
wish
I
could
take
a
vacation
in
Italy
—
without
a
rifle
and
a
field
pack
.
Forty
years
is
a
long
time
,
though
.
What
year
did
you
come
over
?
"
"
Nineteen
twenty
—
long
time
ago
.
"
Morph
seemed
to
have
hit
it
on
the
nose
.
Maybe
bankers
and
cops
and
customs
men
get
an
instinct
.
Then
another
,
maybe
a
little
deeper
probe
came
to
my
mind
.
I
opened
the
drawer
and
took
out
the
old
revolver
and
tossed
it
on
the
counter
.
Marullo
put
his
hands
behind
him
.
"
What
you
got
there
,
kid
?
"
"
I
just
thought
you
ought
to
get
a
permit
for
it
if
you
haven
’
t
got
one
.
The
Sullivan
Act
is
a
tough
one
.
"
"
Where
’
d
it
come
from
?
"
