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

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

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

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

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

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

"Amigo, are you all right?"

"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."

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

"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."

"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."

"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.

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

"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."

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

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

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

"What did you sell Steelgrave for the grand?"

"Amigo, are you all right?"

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

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 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."

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

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