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"
All
right
.
Suppose
I
took
the
five
per
cent
and
turned
it
over
to
Marullo
?
"
"
I
guess
you
don
’
t
know
them
like
I
do
.
You
turn
it
over
to
him
,
he
’
ll
wonder
how
much
more
you
aren
’
t
turning
over
.
That
’
s
perfectly
natural
.
"
Ethan
lowered
his
voice
.
"
You
want
me
to
double
-
cross
the
man
I
work
for
?
"
"
Who
’
s
double
-
crossed
?
He
don
’
t
lose
anything
and
you
make
a
buck
.
Everybody
’
s
got
a
right
to
make
a
buck
.
Margie
said
you
were
a
smart
cooky
.
"
"
It
’
s
a
dark
day
,
"
Ethan
said
.
"
No
,
it
’
s
not
.
You
got
the
shades
pulled
down
.
"
The
sniffing
mind
smelled
danger
—
a
mouse
confused
between
the
odor
of
trap
wire
and
the
aroma
of
cheese
.
"
Tell
you
what
,
"
Biggers
said
,
"
you
think
about
it
.
See
if
you
can
throw
some
business
our
way
.
I
’
ll
drop
in
to
see
you
when
I
’
m
in
the
district
.
I
make
it
every
two
weeks
.
Here
’
s
my
card
.
"
Ethan
’
s
hand
remained
at
his
side
.
Biggers
laid
the
card
on
top
of
the
cold
counter
.
"
And
here
’
s
a
little
memento
we
got
out
for
new
friends
.
"
From
his
side
pocket
he
brought
a
billfold
,
a
rich
and
beautiful
affair
of
pin
seal
.
He
placed
it
beside
the
card
on
the
white
porcelain
.
"
Nice
little
item
.
Place
for
your
driver
’
s
license
,
lodge
cards
.
"
Ethan
did
not
reply
.
"
I
’
ll
drop
by
in
a
couple
of
weeks
,
"
Biggers
said
.
"
You
think
about
it
.
I
’
ll
sure
be
here
.
Got
a
date
with
Margie
.
There
’
s
quite
a
kid
.
"
With
no
reply
,
he
said
,
"
I
’
ll
let
myself
out
.
See
you
soon
.
"
Then
suddenly
he
came
close
to
Ethan
.
"
Don
’
t
be
a
fool
.
Everybody
does
it
,
"
he
said
.
"
Everybody
!
"
And
he
went
rapidly
out
the
door
and
closed
it
quietly
after
him
.
In
the
darkened
silence
Ethan
could
hear
the
low
hum
of
the
transformer
for
the
neon
light
in
the
cold
counter
.
He
turned
slowly
to
the
piled
and
tiered
audience
on
the
shelves
.
