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A
woman
’
s
voice
answered
,
"
Hello
?
"
Walter
cried
back
at
her
,
"
Hello
,
oh
lord
,
hello
!
"
"
This
is
a
recording
,
"
recited
the
woman
’
s
voice
.
"
Miss
Helen
Arasumian
is
not
home
.
Will
you
leave
a
message
on
the
wire
spool
so
she
may
call
you
when
she
returns
?
Hello
?
This
is
a
recording
.
Miss
Arasumian
is
not
home
.
Will
you
leave
a
message
—
"
He
hung
up
.
He
sat
with
his
mouth
twitching
.
On
second
thought
he
redialed
that
number
.
"
When
Miss
Helen
Arasumian
comes
home
,
"
he
said
,
"
tell
her
to
go
to
hell
.
"
He
phoned
Mars
Junction
,
New
Boston
,
Arcadia
,
and
Roosevelt
City
exchanges
,
theorizing
that
they
would
be
logical
places
for
persons
to
dial
from
;
after
that
he
contacted
local
city
halls
and
other
public
institutions
in
each
town
.
He
phoned
the
best
hotels
.
Leave
it
to
a
woman
to
put
herself
up
in
luxury
.
Suddenly
he
stopped
,
clapped
his
hands
sharply
together
,
and
laughed
.
Of
course
!
He
checked
the
directory
and
dialed
a
long
-
distance
call
through
to
the
biggest
beauty
parlor
in
New
Texas
City
.
If
ever
there
was
a
place
where
a
woman
would
putter
around
,
patting
mud
packs
on
her
face
and
sitting
under
a
drier
,
it
would
be
a
velvet
-
soft
,
diamond
-
gem
beauty
parlor
!
The
phone
rang
.
Someone
at
the
other
end
lifted
the
receiver
.
