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"
Thank
you
.
"
He
had
left
it
on
the
cable
car
.
Reaching
up
he
accepted
it
,
then
bowed
as
the
cable
car
clanged
into
motion
.
Very
valuable
briefcase
contents
,
he
thought
.
Priceless
Colt
.
44
collector
’
s
item
carried
within
.
Now
kept
within
easy
reach
constantly
,
in
case
vengeful
hooligans
of
SD
should
try
to
repay
me
as
individual
.
One
never
knows
.
And
yet
—
Mr
.
Tagomi
felt
that
this
new
procedure
,
despite
all
that
had
occurred
,
was
neurotic
.
I
should
not
yield
to
it
,
he
told
himself
once
again
as
he
walked
along
carrying
the
briefcase
.
Compulsion
-
obsession
-
phobia
.
But
he
could
not
free
himself
.
It
in
my
grip
,
I
in
its
,
he
thought
.
Have
I
then
lost
my
delighted
attitude
?
he
asked
himself
.
Is
all
instinct
perverted
from
the
memory
of
what
I
did
?
All
collecting
damaged
,
not
merely
attitude
toward
this
one
item
?
Mainstay
of
my
life
…
area
,
alas
,
where
I
dwelt
with
such
relish
.
Hailing
a
pedecab
,
he
directed
the
driver
to
Montgomery
Street
and
Robert
Childan
’
s
shop
.
Let
us
find
out
.
One
thread
left
,
connecting
me
with
the
voluntary
.
I
possibly
could
manage
my
anxious
proclivities
by
a
ruse
:
trade
the
gun
in
on
more
historicity
sanctioned
item
.
This
gun
,
for
me
,
has
too
much
subjective
history
…
all
of
the
wrong
kind
.
But
that
ends
with
me
;
no
one
else
can
experience
it
from
the
gun
.
Within
my
psyche
only
.
Free
myself
,
he
decided
with
excitement
.
When
the
gun
goes
,
it
all
leaves
,
the
cloud
of
the
past
.
For
it
is
not
merely
in
my
psyche
;
it
is
—
as
has
always
been
said
in
the
theory
of
historicity
—
within
the
gun
as
well
.
An
equation
between
us
!
He
reached
the
store
.
Where
I
have
dealt
so
much
,
he
observed
as
he
paid
the
driver
.
Both
business
and
private
.
Carrying
the
briefcase
he
quickly
entered
.
There
,
at
the
cash
register
,
Mr
.
Childan
.
Polishing
with
cloth
some
artifact
.
"
Mr
.
Tagomi
,
"
Childan
said
,
with
a
bow
.
"
Mr
.
Childan
.
"
He
,
too
,
bowed
.
