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"
That
John
"
s
innocent
?
I
do
n't
see
how
he
can
.
"
"
Can
he
help
?
Does
he
have
any
influence
with
Cribus
?
"
"
Not
a
bit
,
honey
She
nodded
,
as
if
she
had
expected
this
.
"
Then
do
n't
tell
him
.
If
he
ca
n't
help
,
for
God
's
sake
do
n't
tell
him
.
"
"
No
.
"
She
looked
up
at
me
with
steady
eyes
.
"
And
you
wo
n't
call
in
sick
that
night
.
None
of
you
will
.
You
ca
n't
.
"
"
No
,
we
ca
n't
.
If
we
're
there
,
we
can
at
least
make
it
quick
for
him
.
We
can
do
that
much
.
It
wo
n't
be
like
Delacroix
.
"
For
a
moment
,
mercifully
brief
,
I
saw
the
black
silk
mask
burning
away
from
Del
's
face
and
revealing
the
cooked
blobs
of
jelly
which
had
been
his
eyes
.
"
There
's
no
way
out
for
you
,
is
there
?
"
She
took
my
hand
,
rubbed
it
down
the
soft
velvet
of
her
cheek
.
"
Poor
Paul
.
Poor
old
guy
.
"
I
said
nothing
.
Never
before
or
after
in
my
life
did
I
feel
so
much
like
running
from
a
thing
.
Just
taking
Jan
with
me
,
the
two
of
us
with
a
single
packed
carpetbag
between
us
,
running
to
anywhere
.
"
My
poor
old
guy
,
"
she
repeated
,
and
then
:
"
Talk
to
him
.
"
