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The
vague
personality
who
corresponded
to
this
statement
was
eventually
hung
on
to
the
phone
;
in
the
sequence
he
failed
to
appeal
to
Dick
,
as
a
psychologist
,
or
indeed
as
anything
else
.
Abe
’
s
conversation
flowed
on
as
follows
:
"
Hello
.
"
"
Well
?
"
"
Well
,
hello
.
"
"
Who
are
you
?
"
"
Well
.
"
There
were
interpolated
snorts
of
laughter
.
"
Well
,
I
’
ll
put
somebody
else
on
the
line
.
"
Sometimes
Dick
could
hear
Abe
’
s
voice
,
accompanied
by
scufflings
,
droppings
of
the
receiver
,
far
-
away
fragments
such
as
,
"
No
,
I
don
’
t
,
Mr
.
North
.
.
.
.
"
Then
a
pert
decided
voice
had
said
:
"
If
you
are
a
friend
of
Mr
.
North
you
will
come
down
and
take
him
away
.
"
Abe
cut
in
,
solemn
and
ponderous
,
beating
it
all
down
with
an
overtone
of
earth
-
bound
determination
.
"
Dick
,
I
’
ve
launched
a
race
riot
in
Montmartre
.
I
’
m
going
over
and
get
Freeman
out
of
jail
.
If
a
Negro
from
Copenhagen
that
makes
shoe
polish
—
hello
,
can
you
hear
me
—
well
,
look
,
if
anybody
comes
there
—
"
Once
again
the
receiver
was
a
chorus
of
innumerable
melodies
.
