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"I never thought you were a crook," she said with dignity.

"Leila told him," she said in a faraway voice.

I poked at the paper with a pencil to keep it burning. She came slowly, step by step, to the desk and her eyes were fixed on the little smoldering heap of torn prints.

"Leila told me she told him," I said. "If necessary Leila would tell the world she told him. Just as she would tell the world she killed Steelgrave-if that was the only way out. Leila is a sort of free-and-easy Hollywood babe that doesn't have very good morals. But when it comes to bedrock guts-she has what it takes. She's not the icepick type. And she's not the blood-money type."

The small head jerked up. The light glinted on the glasses. There were no eyes behind them.

The small head jerked up. The light glinted on the glasses. There were no eyes behind them.

"I could tell the police," she whispered. "I could tell them a lot of things. They'd believe me."

"I could make you give them to the police," she said.

She stood rigid and glaring. I finished my tearing-up job and lit the scraps of paper in the tray.

The telephone rang and she jumped a foot. I turned and reached for it and put my face against it and said, "Hello."

She stood away from the chair and took a couple of steps backward. Then suddenly she giggled.

The small head jerked up. The light glinted on the glasses. There were no eyes behind them.

"Who could prove it?" she half squealed. "Who's alive to prove it? You? Who are you? A cheap shyster, a nobody." She went off into a shrill peal of laughter. "Why even twenty dollars buys you."

"Blood money," I said quietly. "Your own brother. And you set him up so they could kill him. A thousand dollars blood money. I hope you'll be happy with it."

She stopped dead, frozen in a kind of horror. I started to tear the pictures up into strips. I grinned at her.

The small head jerked up. The light glinted on the glasses. There were no eyes behind them.

"You had one thing to sell," I said. "You knew where Orrin was. To Steelgrave that information was worth a grand. Easy. It's a question of connecting up evidence. You wouldn't understand. Steelgrave went down there and killed him. He paid you the money for the address."

"Don't worry," I said. "I'm not going to. It wouldn't cost me enough. And it would cost somebody else too much."

"Blood money," I said quietly. "Your own brother. And you set him up so they could kill him. A thousand dollars blood money. I hope you'll be happy with it."

"One thing I regret," I said. "Not seeing your meeting back in Manhattan, Kansas, with dear old Mom. Not seeing the fight over how to split that grand. I bet that would be something to watch."

The telephone rang and she jumped a foot. I turned and reached for it and put my face against it and said, "Hello."

Her mouth fell open and she looked ugly. She closed her lips and pressed them together. It was a tight hard little face that I was looking at.

Suddenly she spoke rapidly. "I couldn't give you this money I have, really I couldn't. We-well mother and I owe money still on account of father and the house isn't clear and-"

She stood away from the chair and took a couple of steps backward. Then suddenly she giggled.

I poked at the paper with a pencil to keep it burning. She came slowly, step by step, to the desk and her eyes were fixed on the little smoldering heap of torn prints.

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