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"
Toss
him
in
the
pool
,
somebody
.
I
’
ve
got
work
to
do
early
tomorrow
morning
,
I
’
m
an
old
man
and
I
need
my
rest
,
And
so
does
my
family
.
Please
leave
quietly
and
as
quickly
as
possible
.
Black
coffee
for
any
who
need
it
–
but
that
’
s
all
.
Duke
,
cork
those
bottles
.
Girls
,
clear
the
food
away
.
"
There
was
minor
grumbling
,
but
the
more
responsible
quieted
their
colleagues
.
In
ten
minutes
they
were
alone
.
In
twenty
minutes
Ben
Caxton
arrived
.
The
S
.
S
.
officer
commanding
the
courier
car
silently
accepted
Harshaw
’
s
signature
and
thumb
print
on
a
prepared
receipt
,
then
left
at
once
while
Jill
continued
to
sob
on
Ben
’
s
shoulder
.
Jubal
looked
him
over
in
the
light
from
the
pool
.
"
Ben
,
you
’
re
a
mess
.
I
hear
you
’
ve
been
drunk
for
a
week
–
and
you
look
it
.
"
Ben
cursed
,
fluently
and
well
,
while
continuing
to
pat
Jill
’
s
back
.
"
‘
M
drunk
,
awri
’
–
but
haven
’
had
a
drink
.
"
"
What
happened
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
I
don
’
t
know
!
"
An
hour
later
Ben
’
s
stomach
had
been
pumped
out
(
alcohol
and
gastric
juices
,
no
food
)
;
Jubal
had
given
him
shots
to
offset
alcohol
and
barbiturates
;
he
was
bathed
,
shaved
,
dressed
in
clean
clothes
that
did
not
fit
him
,
had
met
the
Man
from
Mars
,
and
was
sketchily
brought
up
to
date
,
while
ingesting
milk
and
bland
food
.
