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’
Well
,
’
said
Mort
,
’
I
look
at
it
like
this
.
If
you
’
re
going
to
kill
me
anyway
,
I
might
as
well
get
rid
of
the
money
.
It
’
s
entirely
up
to
you
.
’
To
illustrate
his
point
he
took
one
coin
out
of
the
bag
and
flicked
it
out
across
the
water
,
which
accepted
it
with
an
unfortunate
sucking
noise
.
The
thieves
shuddered
.
The
leading
thief
looked
at
the
bag
.
He
looked
at
his
knife
.
He
looked
at
Mort
’
s
face
.
He
looked
at
his
colleagues
.
’
Excuse
me
,
’
he
said
,
and
they
went
into
a
huddle
.
Mort
measured
the
distance
to
the
end
of
the
alley
.
He
wouldn
’
t
make
it
.
Anyway
,
these
three
looked
as
though
chasing
people
was
another
thing
they
were
good
at
.
It
was
only
logic
that
left
them
feeling
a
little
stretched
.
Their
leader
turned
back
to
Mort
.
He
gave
a
final
glance
at
the
other
two
.
They
both
nodded
decisively
.
’
I
think
we
kill
you
and
take
a
chance
on
the
money
,
’
he
said
.
’
We
don
’
t
want
this
sort
of
thing
to
spread
.
’
The
other
two
drew
their
knives
.
Mort
swallowed
.
’
This
could
be
unwise
,
’
he
said
.
’
Why
?
’
’
Well
,
I
won
’
t
like
it
,
for
one
.
’
