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"
You
heard
me
.
What
are
you
doing
here
in
Munich
anyhow
?
"
"
Um
-
bah
—
ha
-
ha
!
"
laughed
Tommy
.
"
Haven
’
t
you
got
aunts
of
your
own
?
Why
don
’
t
you
fool
with
them
?
"
Dick
laughed
,
whereupon
the
man
shifted
his
attack
:
"
Now
let
’
s
not
have
any
more
talk
about
aunts
.
How
do
I
know
you
didn
’
t
make
up
the
whole
thing
?
Here
you
are
a
complete
stranger
with
an
acquaintance
of
less
than
half
an
hour
,
and
you
come
up
to
me
with
a
cock
-
and
-
bull
story
about
your
aunts
.
How
do
I
know
what
you
have
concealed
about
you
?
"
Tommy
laughed
again
,
then
he
said
good
-
naturedly
,
but
firmly
,
"
That
’
s
enough
,
Carly
.
Sit
down
,
Dick
—
how
’
re
you
?
How
’
s
Nicole
?
"
He
did
not
like
any
man
very
much
nor
feel
their
presence
with
much
intensity
—
he
was
all
relaxed
for
combat
;
as
a
fine
athlete
playing
secondary
defense
in
any
sport
is
really
resting
much
of
the
time
,
while
a
lesser
man
only
pretends
to
rest
and
is
at
a
continual
and
self
-
destroying
nervous
tension
.
Hannan
,
not
entirely
suppressed
,
moved
to
an
adjoining
piano
,
and
with
recurring
resentment
on
his
face
whenever
he
looked
at
Dick
,
played
chords
,
from
time
to
time
muttering
,
"
Your
aunts
,
"
and
,
in
a
dying
cadence
,
"
I
didn
’
t
say
aunts
anyhow
.
I
said
pants
.
"
"
Well
,
how
’
re
you
?
"
repeated
Tommy
.
"
You
don
’
t
look
so
—
"
he
fought
for
a
word
,
"
—
so
jaunty
as
you
used
to
,
so
spruce
,
you
know
what
I
mean
.
"
