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'And how he might have died of pernicious anemia . . . what our grandfathers would have called "just wasting away."'

'Mike Ryerson. He works for the town. He's a grounds keeper.'

'The whole thing seems like a madman's nightmare now, with the light coming in the window.' He laughed shakily. 'I hope it is. I hope Mike is sleeping like a baby.'

'And maybe I dreamed the whole thing, but thank God you're here.' He had picked up the revolver and was turning it over restively in his hands.

'I think we'd better go up to your guest room and look. That's all, I think, right now.'

Ben had taken the crucifix off; now he poked at the glimmering heap of fine-link chain with a reflective finger. It was almost five o'clock and the eastern sky was rose with dawn. The fluorescent bar overhead had gone pallid.

'Sure,' Ben said, and slipped the crucifix over Matt's neck.

They went upstairs, Ben in the lead. There was a short hall at the top, running both ways. At one end, the door to Matt's bedroom stood open, a pale sheaf of lamplight spilling out onto the orange runner.

'It actually does make me feel better.' He laughed self-consciously. 'Do you suppose they'll let me wear it when they cart me off to Augusta?'

'And how he might have died of pernicious anemia . . . what our grandfathers would have called "just wasting away."'

'Matt, you're not talking good sense.'

'Sure,' Ben said, and slipped the crucifix over Matt's neck.

They went upstairs, Ben in the lead. There was a short hall at the top, running both ways. At one end, the door to Matt's bedroom stood open, a pale sheaf of lamplight spilling out onto the orange runner.

Matt firmed his lips with an effort. 'Okay.' He dropped his eyes to the table and then looked at Ben questioningly.

'Mike Ryerson. He works for the town. He's a grounds keeper.'

'The whole thing seems like a madman's nightmare now, with the light coming in the window.' He laughed shakily. 'I hope it is. I hope Mike is sleeping like a baby.'

'It actually does make me feel better.' He laughed self-consciously. 'Do you suppose they'll let me wear it when they cart me off to Augusta?'

'Mike buried him. And Mike found Win Purinton's dog impaled on the Harmony Hill Cemetery gates. I met Mike Ryerson in Dell's last night, and-'

The harshness in his voice broke the queer, fixed look in his eyes. He shook his head, not like a man propounding a negative, but the way some animals will shake themselves coming out of cold water.

You open the door and he's hanging from the beam, the face swelled and puffed and black, and then the eyes open and they're bulging in the sockets but they're SEEING you and they're glad you came -

'I think we'd better go up to your guest room and look. That's all, I think, right now.'

Matt firmed his lips with an effort. 'Okay.' He dropped his eyes to the table and then looked at Ben questioningly.

Matt firmed his lips with an effort. 'Okay.' He dropped his eyes to the table and then looked at Ben questioningly.

'There's a dead man upstairs,' he said.

'And maybe I dreamed the whole thing, but thank God you're here.' He had picked up the revolver and was turning it over restively in his hands.

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