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Tom
watched
the
library
doors
wham
shut
and
settle
.
Then
he
leaped
over
the
lion
’
s
back
and
down
into
the
night
.
On
the
library
steps
,
the
ashes
of
the
tarot
card
fluttered
,
blew
away
.
The
arcade
was
dark
,
inside
,
the
pinball
machines
lay
dim
and
enigmatic
as
dust
scribblings
in
a
giant
’
s
cave
.
The
peep
shows
stood
with
Teddy
Roosevelt
and
the
Wright
Brothers
faintly
smirking
or
just
cranking
up
a
wooden
propeller
.
The
witch
sat
in
her
case
,
her
waxen
eyes
cauled
.
Then
,
suddenly
,
one
eye
glittered
.
A
flashlight
bobbed
outside
through
the
dusty
arcade
windows
.
A
heavy
figure
lurched
against
the
locked
door
,
a
key
scrabbled
into
the
lock
.
The
door
slammed
open
,
stayed
open
.
There
was
a
sound
of
thick
breathing
.
"
It
’
s
only
me
,
old
girl
,
"
said
Mr
.
Black
,
swaying
.
Outside
on
the
street
,
coming
along
with
his
nose
in
a
book
,
Douglas
found
Tom
hiding
in
a
door
nearby
.
"
Shh
!
"
said
Tom
.
"
It
worked
.
The
Keystone
Kops
,
fifteen
times
;
and
when
Mr
.
Black
heard
me
drop
all
that
money
in
,
his
eyes
popped
,
he
opened
the
machine
,
took
out
the
pennies
,
threw
me
out
and
went
across
to
the
speak
-
easy
for
the
magic
philter
.
"
Douglas
crept
up
and
peered
into
the
shadowy
arcade
and
saw
the
two
gorilla
figures
there
,
one
not
moving
at
all
,
the
wax
heroine
in
his
arms
,
the
other
one
standing
stunned
in
the
middle
of
the
room
,
weaving
slightly
from
side
to
side
.
"
Oh
,
Tom
,
"
whispered
Douglas
,
"
you
’
re
a
genius
.
He
’
s
just
full
of
magic
philter
,
ain
’
t
he
?
"
"
You
can
say
that
again
.
What
did
you
find
out
?
"
Douglas
tapped
the
book
and
talked
in
a
low
voice
.
"
Mme
.
Tarot
,
like
I
said
,
told
all
about
death
and
destiny
and
stuff
in
rich
folks
’
parlors
,
but
she
made
one
mistake
.
She
predicted
Napoleon
’
s
defeat
and
death
to
his
face
!
So
.
.
.
"
