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Scanlon
gave
a
low
whistle
,
but
no
one
else
said
anything
.
"
I
have
various
other
bets
he
made
listed
here
,
if
any
of
you
care
to
look
,
including
something
to
do
with
deliberately
trying
to
upset
the
staff
.
And
all
of
this
gambling
was
,
is
,
completely
against
ward
policy
and
every
one
of
you
who
dealt
with
him
knew
it
.
"
She
looked
at
the
paper
again
,
then
put
it
back
in
the
basket
.
"
And
this
recent
fishing
trip
?
What
do
you
suppose
Mr.
McMurphy
's
profit
was
on
this
venture
?
As
I
see
it
,
he
was
provided
with
a
car
of
the
doctor
's
,
even
with
money
from
the
doctor
for
gasoline
,
and
,
I
am
told
,
quite
a
few
other
benefits
--
without
having
paid
a
nickel
.
Quite
like
a
fox
,
I
must
say
.
"
She
held
up
her
hand
to
stop
Billy
from
interrupting
.
"
Please
,
Billy
,
understand
me
:
I
'm
not
criticizing
this
sort
of
activity
as
such
;
I
just
thought
it
would
be
better
if
we
did
n't
have
any
delusions
about
the
man
's
motives
.
But
,
at
any
rate
,
perhaps
it
is
n't
fair
to
make
these
accusations
without
the
presence
of
the
man
we
are
speaking
of
.
Let
's
return
to
the
problem
we
were
discussing
yesterday
--
what
was
it
?
"
She
went
leafing
through
her
basket
.
"
What
was
it
,
do
you
remember
,
Doctor
Spivey
?
"
The
doctor
's
head
jerked
up
.
"
No
...
wait
...
I
think
...
"
She
pulled
a
paper
from
a
folder
.
"
Here
it
is
.
Mr.
Scanlon
;
his
feelings
about
explosives
.
Fine
.
We
'll
go
into
that
now
,
and
at
some
other
time
when
Mr.
McMurphy
is
present
we
'll
return
to
him
.
I
do
think
,
however
,
that
you
might
give
what
was
said
today
some
thought
.
Now
,
Mr.
Scanlon
...
"
Later
that
day
there
were
eight
or
ten
of
us
grouped
together
at
the
canteen
door
,
waiting
till
the
black
boy
was
finished
shoplifting
hair
oil
,
and
some
of
the
guys
brought
it
up
again
.
