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" He looked at me curiously. "Any family?" "In Wichita. Father's a vet. I'll call him, but she'll have to stay here tonight. "I don't know about that. Does she trust you enough to spend the night in your apartment?" "She came here of her own free will, and not socially. So I guess she does. He shrugged and fingered the sidewall of his coarse black mustache. "Well, I'll give her some nembutal and we'll put her to bed. And you can walk the floor wrestling with your conscience. "I have to go out," I said. "I have to go over there and see what has happened. And she can't stay here alone.

And there are things you know because they are reasonable and have to be so. You don't shoot somebody and then make a lot of racket calling attention to yourself, and all the time you have the gun under your pillow. The girl was with Hench all day. If Hench shot anybody, she would have some idea. She doesn't have any such idea. She would spill, if she had. What is Hench to her? A guy to play around with, no more. Look, forget Hench. The guy who did the shooting hears the loud radio and knows it will cover a shot. But all the same he saps Phillips and drags him into the bathroom and shuts the door before he shoots him. He's not drunk. He's minding his own business, and careful. He goes out, shuts the bathroom door, the radio stops, Hench and the girl go out to eat. Just happens that way. "How do you know the radio stopped?"

Vivian turned around and smiled at him as if he had just presented her with a diamond tiara. «That would be lovely,» she said. «Would you do that? I really wouldn't want Mr. Cobb to die like that—with his mouth open. Someone might think he had died of thirst. The man in the smock said: «Not if they sniffed him, miss. She opened her bag and grabbed a handful of paper money and pushed it at him. «You'll take care of him, I'm sure. «Jeeze,» the man said, pop-eyed. «I sure will, miss. «Regan is the name,» she said sweetly. «Mrs. Regan. You'll probably see me again. Haven't been here long, have you?»