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Wipe
down
the
furniture
with
alcohol
,
wipe
the
door-knobs
.
Burn
the
throwrug
in
the
parlour
.
Turn
the
air-conditioning
on
full
in
all
the
rooms
and
spray
with
moth-spray
if
you
have
it
.
Then
,
turn
on
your
lawn
sprinklers
as
high
as
they
'll
go
and
hose
off
the
sidewalks
.
With
any
luck
at
all
,
we
can
kill
the
trail
in
here
,
anyway
...
"
Faber
shook
his
hand
.
"
I
'll
tend
to
it
.
Good
luck
.
If
we
're
both
in
good
health
,
next
week
,
the
week
after
,
get
in
touch
.
General
Delivery
,
St.
Louis
.
I
'm
sorry
there
's
no
way
I
can
go
with
you
this
time
,
by
ear-phone
.
That
was
good
for
both
of
us
.
But
my
equipment
was
limited
.
You
see
,
I
never
thought
I
would
use
it
.
What
a
silly
old
man
.
No
thought
there
.
Stupid
,
stupid
.
So
I
have
n't
another
green
bullet
,
the
right
kind
,
to
put
in
your
head
.
Go
now
!
"
"
One
last
thing
.
Quick
.
A
suitcase
,
get
it
,
fill
it
with
your
dirtiest
clothes
,
an
old
suit
,
the
dirtier
the
better
,
a
shirt
,
some
old
sneakers
and
socks
...
?
"
Faber
was
gone
and
back
in
a
minute
.
They
sealed
the
cardboard
valise
with
clear
tape
.
"
To
keep
the
ancient
odour
of
Mr.
Faber
in
,
of
course
,
"
said
Faber
sweating
at
the
job
.
Montag
doused
the
exterior
of
the
valise
with
whisky
.
"
I
do
n't
want
that
Hound
picking
up
two
odours
at
once
.
May
I
take
this
whisky
.
I
'll
need
it
later
.
Christ
I
hope
this
works
!
"
They
shook
hands
again
and
,
going
out
of
the
door
,
they
glanced
at
the
TV
.
The
Hound
was
on
its
way
,
followed
by
hovering
helicopter
cameras
,
silently
,
silently
,
sniffing
the
great
night
wind
.
It
was
running
down
the
first
alley
.
"
Good-bye
!
"
And
Montag
was
out
the
back
door
lightly
,
running
with
the
half-empty
valise
.
Behind
him
he
heard
the
lawn-sprinkling
system
jump
up
,
filling
the
dark
air
with
rain
that
fell
gently
and
then
with
a
steady
pour
all
about
,
washing
on
the
sidewalks
,
and
draining
into
the
alley
.
He
carried
a
few
drops
of
this
rain
with
him
on
his
face
.
He
thought
he
heard
the
old
man
call
good-bye
,
but
he-wasn
'
t
certain
.
He
ran
very
fast
away
from
the
house
,
down
toward
the
river
.
Montag
ran
.
