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Under
U
,
under
United
States
,
under
Justice
,
Dept
of
.
.
.
His
finger
moved
down
the
column
past
"
Antitrust
Div
US
Court
House
,
Customs
Div
,
Detention
Hdqtrs
,
Fed
Bur
of
Investgatn
,
"
and
under
it
,
"
Immigration
&
Naturalization
Svce
,
20
W
Bway
,
BA
7
-
0300
,
Nights
Sat
Sun
&
Holidays
OL
6
-
5888
.
"
He
said
aloud
,
"
OL
6
-
5888
—
OL
6
-
5888
because
it
’
s
late
.
"
And
then
he
spoke
to
his
canned
goods
without
looking
at
them
.
"
If
everything
’
s
proper
and
aboveboard
,
nobody
gets
hurt
.
"
Ethan
went
out
the
alley
door
and
locked
it
.
He
carried
his
bag
of
groceries
across
the
street
to
the
Foremaster
Hotel
and
Grill
.
The
grill
was
noisy
with
cocktailers
but
the
tiny
lobby
where
the
public
phone
booth
stood
was
deserted
even
by
the
room
clerk
.
He
closed
the
glass
door
,
put
his
groceries
on
the
floor
,
spread
his
change
on
the
shelf
,
inserted
a
dime
,
and
dialed
0
.
"
Operator
.
"
"
Oh
!
Operator
—
I
want
to
call
New
York
.
"
"
Will
you
dial
the
number
,
please
?
"
And
he
did
.
Ethan
came
from
work
,
carrying
his
bag
of
groceries
.
How
good
the
long
afternoons
are
!
The
lawn
was
so
tall
and
lush
that
it
took
his
footprints
.
He
kissed
Mary
damply
.
"
Pollywog
,
"
he
said
,
"
the
lawn
is
running
wild
.
Do
you
think
I
could
get
Allen
to
cut
it
?
"
"
Well
,
it
’
s
examination
time
.
You
know
how
that
is
,
and
school
closing
and
all
.
"
