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They
practically
stood
at
attention
as
the
clock
hand
crossed
nine
.
There
came
a
click
and
buzzing
from
the
great
steel
safe
door
.
Then
Joey
dialed
the
mystic
numbers
and
turned
the
wheel
that
drew
the
bolts
.
The
holy
of
holies
swung
stately
open
and
Mr
.
Baker
took
the
salute
of
the
assembled
money
.
I
stood
outside
the
rail
like
a
humble
communicant
waiting
for
the
sacrament
.
Mr
.
Baker
turned
.
"
Now
,
Ethan
.
What
can
I
do
for
you
?
"
I
said
softly
,
"
I
want
to
talk
to
you
privately
,
and
I
can
’
t
leave
the
store
.
"
"
Won
’
t
it
wait
?
"
"
’
Fraid
not
.
"
"
You
ought
to
have
some
help
.
"
"
I
know
it
.
"
"
If
I
get
a
moment
I
’
ll
drop
over
.
Any
word
about
Taylor
?
"
"
Not
yet
.
But
I
’
ve
put
out
some
lines
.
"
"
I
’
ll
try
to
get
over
.
"
