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"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."

I was still holding the packet of photos. I struck a match and dropped the negative into the ash tray and watched it flare up.

"I could tell them who shot Steelgrave," I said. "Because I know who didn't. They might believe me."

I was still holding the packet of photos. I struck a match and dropped the negative into the ash tray and watched it flare up.

The color flowed away from her face. and left her as pale as ice. Her mouth quivered, then tightened up hard into a little knot. She pushed her chair back and leaned forward to get up.

"Amigo, are you all right?"

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

There was a sound in the background. I swung around and saw the door click shut. I was alone in the room.

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

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-"

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.

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-"

I didn't say anything. I relit my pipe.

"A cheap shyster," I said. "Well, what would you expect. I don't have any brothers or sisters to sell out. So I sell out my clients."

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

I didn't say anything. I relit my pipe.

"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 color flowed away from her face. and left her as pale as ice. Her mouth quivered, then tightened up hard into a little knot. She pushed her chair back and leaned forward to get up.

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

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

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

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.

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

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