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’
Yes
,
but
—
’
I
EXPECT
IT
ALL
WORKS
OUT
PROPERLY
IN
THE
END
.
I
HAVE
NEVER
MET
THE
CREATOR
,
BUT
I
’
M
TOLD
HE
’
S
QUITE
KINDLY
DISPOSED
TO
PEOPLE
.
Death
snapped
the
thread
and
started
to
unwind
the
vice
.
PUT
SUCH
THOUGHTS
OUT
OF
YOUR
MIND
,
he
added
.
AT
LEAST
THE
THIRD
ONE
SHOULDN
’
T
HAVE
GIVEN
YOU
ANY
TROUBLE
.
This
was
the
moment
.
Mort
had
thought
about
it
for
a
long
tune
.
There
was
no
sense
in
concealing
it
.
He
’
d
upset
the
whole
future
course
of
history
.
Such
things
tend
to
draw
themselves
to
people
’
s
attention
.
Best
to
get
it
off
his
chest
.
Own
up
like
a
man
.
Take
his
medicine
.
Cards
on
table
.
Beating
about
bush
,
none
of
.
Mercy
,
throw
himself
on
.
The
piercing
blue
eyes
glittered
at
him
.
He
looked
back
like
a
nocturnal
rabbit
trying
to
outstare
the
headlights
of
a
sixteen
-
wheeled
artic
whose
driver
is
a
twelve
-
hour
caffeine
freak
outrunning
the
tachometers
of
hell
.
He
failed
.
’
No
,
sir
,
’
he
said
.
GOOD
.
WELL
DONE
.
Now
THEN
,
WHAT
DO
YOU
THINK
OF
THIS
?
Anglers
reckon
that
a
good
dry
fly
should
cunningly
mimic
the
real
thing
.
There
are
the
right
flies
for
morning
.
There
are
different
flies
for
the
evening
rise
.
And
so
on
.
