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"
Other
than
the
actors
and
directors
?
"
"
Every
hotel
guest
—
even
travelling
salesmen
.
Why
,
they
tried
to
send
me
up
a
dozen
candidates
,
but
Nicole
wouldn
’
t
stand
for
it
.
"
Nicole
reproved
him
when
they
were
in
their
room
alone
.
"
Why
so
many
highballs
?
Why
did
you
use
your
word
spic
in
front
of
him
?
"
"
Excuse
me
,
I
meant
smoke
.
The
tongue
slipped
.
"
"
Dick
,
this
isn
’
t
faintly
like
you
.
"
"
Excuse
me
again
.
I
’
m
not
much
like
myself
any
more
.
"
That
night
Dick
opened
a
bathroom
window
,
giving
on
a
narrow
and
tubular
court
of
the
château
,
gray
as
rats
but
echoing
at
the
moment
to
plaintive
and
peculiar
music
,
sad
as
a
flute
.
Two
men
were
chanting
in
an
Eastern
language
or
dialect
full
of
k
’
s
and
l
’
s
—
he
leaned
out
but
he
could
not
see
them
;
there
was
obviously
a
religious
significance
in
the
sounds
,
and
tired
and
emotionless
he
let
them
pray
for
him
too
,
but
what
for
,
save
that
he
should
not
lose
himself
in
his
increasing
melancholy
,
he
did
not
know
.
Next
day
,
over
a
thinly
wooded
hillside
they
shot
scrawny
birds
,
distant
poor
relations
to
the
partridge
.
It
was
done
in
a
vague
imitation
of
the
English
manner
,
with
a
corps
of
inexperienced
beaters
whom
Dick
managed
to
miss
by
firing
only
directly
overhead
.
On
their
return
Lanier
was
waiting
in
their
suite
.
"
Father
,
you
said
tell
you
immediately
if
we
were
near
the
sick
boy
.
"
