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datatime: 2022-10-03 09:57:41 Author:bSgqJVOG

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

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

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

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 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 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.

"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."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"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."

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.

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

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

"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.

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

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

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