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"
Oh
.
I
see
.
"
"
I
’
m
James
O
’
Gorman
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
Jimmy
to
my
friends
.
See
?
I
’
ve
got
a
card
too
.
"
They
got
back
in
the
car
.
Wednesday
said
,
"
If
you
can
think
‘
A
.
Haddock
’
as
well
as
you
thought
‘
snow
,
’
we
should
have
plenty
of
lovely
money
with
which
to
wine
and
dine
my
friends
of
tonight
.
"
"
And
if
we
’
re
in
jail
by
this
evening
?
"
"
Then
my
friends
will
just
have
to
make
do
without
us
.
"
"
I
’
m
not
going
back
to
prison
.
"
"
You
won
’
t
be
.
"
"
I
thought
we
had
agreed
that
I
wouldn
’
t
be
doing
anything
illegal
.
"
"
You
aren
’
t
.
Possibly
aiding
and
abetting
,
a
little
conspiracy
to
commit
,
followed
of
course
by
receiving
stolen
money
,
but
trust
me
,
you
’
ll
come
out
of
this
smelling
like
a
rose
.
"
"
Is
that
before
or
after
your
elderly
Slavic
Charles
Atlas
crushes
my
skull
with
one
blow
?
"
