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"
You
know
what
sort
of
rascal
he
was
?
"
"
Rumor
had
it
he
left
Earth
because
he
killed
a
man
.
"
Saul
leaned
on
his
wet
pole
,
gazing
at
LaFarge
.
"
Remember
the
name
of
the
man
he
killed
?
"
"
Gillings
,
wasn
’
t
it
?
"
"
Right
.
Gillings
.
Well
,
about
two
hours
ago
Mr
.
Nomland
came
running
to
town
crying
about
how
he
had
seen
Gillings
,
alive
,
here
on
Mars
,
today
,
this
afternoon
!
He
tried
to
get
the
jail
to
lock
him
up
safe
.
The
jail
wouldn
’
t
.
So
Nomland
went
home
,
and
twenty
minutes
ago
,
as
I
get
the
story
,
blew
his
brains
out
with
a
gun
.
I
just
came
from
there
.
"
"
Well
,
well
,
"
said
LaFarge
.
"
The
darnedest
things
happen
,
"
said
Saul
.
"
Well
,
good
night
,
LaFarge
.
"
"
Good
night
.
"
The
boat
drifted
on
down
the
serene
canal
waters
.
"
Supper
’
s
hot
,
"
called
the
old
woman
.
