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No
use
to
put
it
off
.
I
walked
into
his
frosty
den
and
he
closed
the
door
so
softly
that
I
did
not
hear
the
latch
click
.
His
desk
was
topped
with
plate
glass
,
under
which
were
lists
of
typed
numbers
.
Two
customers
’
chairs
in
echelon
stood
by
his
tall
chair
like
twin
suckling
calves
.
They
were
comfortable
but
lower
than
the
desk
chair
.
When
I
sat
down
I
had
to
look
up
at
Mr
.
Baker
and
that
put
me
in
the
position
of
supplication
.
"
Sad
thing
.
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
think
you
ought
to
take
all
the
blame
.
Probably
would
have
happened
anyway
.
"
"
Probably
.
"
"
I
’
m
sure
you
thought
you
were
doing
the
right
thing
.
"
"
I
thought
he
had
a
chance
.
"
"
Of
course
you
did
.
"
My
hatred
was
rising
in
my
throat
like
a
yellow
taste
,
more
sickening
than
furious
.
"
Apart
from
the
human
tragedy
and
waste
,
it
raises
a
difficulty
.
