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“
Los
Muertos
,
”
put
in
Presley
.
“
No
,
it
isn
’
t
.
Yes
,
it
is
,
too
,
that
’
s
right
,
Los
Muertos
.
I
don
’
t
know
where
my
memory
has
gone
to
of
late
.
”
“
Well
,
I
hope
you
will
be
better
soon
,
Governor
.
”
As
Presley
spoke
the
words
,
S
.
Behrman
entered
the
room
,
and
the
Governor
sprang
up
with
unexpected
agility
and
stood
against
the
wall
,
drawing
one
long
breath
after
another
,
watching
the
railroad
agent
with
intent
eyes
.
S
.
Behrman
saluted
both
men
affably
and
sat
down
near
the
desk
,
drawing
the
links
of
his
heavy
watch
chain
through
his
fat
fingers
.
“
There
wasn
’
t
anybody
outside
when
I
knocked
,
but
I
heard
your
voice
in
here
,
Governor
,
so
I
came
right
in
.
I
wanted
to
ask
you
,
Governor
,
if
my
carpenters
can
begin
work
in
here
day
after
to
-
morrow
.
I
want
to
take
down
that
partition
there
,
and
throw
this
room
and
the
next
into
one
.
I
guess
that
will
be
O
.
K
.
,
won
’
t
it
?
You
’
ll
be
out
of
here
by
then
,
won
’
t
you
?
”
There
was
no
vagueness
about
Magnus
’
s
speech
or
manner
now
.
There
was
that
same
alertness
in
his
demeanour
that
one
sees
in
a
tamed
lion
in
the
presence
of
its
trainer
.
“
Yes
,
yes
,
”
he
said
quickly
,
“
you
can
send
your
men
here
.
I
will
be
gone
by
to
-
morrow
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
want
to
seem
to
hurry
you
,
Governor
.
”
“
No
,
you
will
not
hurry
me
.
I
am
ready
to
go
now
.
”
