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"
You
wanna
be
guilty
of
aiding
and
abetting
an
even
worse
crime
?
Murder
,
for
instance
?
"
"
For
gosh
sakes
,
you
can
’
t
kill
a
dam
old
dummy
!
"
But
Doug
was
not
listening
.
He
had
reached
through
the
open
case
and
now
,
as
if
she
had
waited
for
too
many
years
,
the
wax
Tarot
Witch
with
a
rustling
sigh
,
leaned
forward
and
fell
slowly
slowly
down
into
his
arms
.
The
town
clock
struck
nine
forty
-
five
.
The
moon
was
high
and
filled
all
the
sky
with
a
warm
but
wintry
light
.
The
sidewalk
was
solid
silver
on
which
black
shadows
moved
.
Douglas
moved
with
the
thing
of
velvet
and
fairy
wax
in
his
arms
,
stopping
to
hide
in
pools
of
shadow
under
trembling
trees
,
alone
.
He
listened
,
looking
back
.
A
sound
of
running
mice
.
Tom
burst
around
the
corner
and
pulled
up
beside
him
.
"
Doug
,
I
stayed
behind
.
I
was
afraid
Mr
.
Black
was
,
well
.
.
.
then
he
began
to
come
alive
.
.
.
swearing
.
.
.
Oh
,
Doug
,
if
he
catches
you
with
his
dummy
!
What
will
our
folks
think
?
Stealing
!
"
"
Quiet
!
"
They
listened
to
the
moonlit
river
of
street
behind
them
.
"
Now
,
Tom
,
you
can
come
help
me
rescue
her
,
but
you
can
’
t
if
you
say
’
dummy
’
or
talk
loud
or
drag
along
as
so
much
dead
weight
.
"
"
I
’
ll
help
!
"
Tom
assumed
half
the
weight
.
"
My
gosh
,
she
’
s
light
.
"
"
She
was
real
young
when
Napoleon
.
.
.
"
Douglas
stopped
.
"
Old
people
are
heavy
.
That
’
s
how
you
tell
.
"
