И проиграли бой

           Harryputonhishat,andfoldedthereportandputitinhispocket."Everyonceinawhilethecopsgothroughthisplace,"heexplained."Idon’tleaveanythingaround."Helockedtheofficedoorashewentout.

           Theywalkedthroughthebusinesscenterofthecity,andpastblocksofapartmenthouses.Atlasttheycametoadistrictofoldhouses,eachinitsownyard.Harryturnedintoadriveway."Hereweare.It’sinbackofthishouse."Theyfollowedthegravelleddrive,andinbackcametoatinycottage,newlypainted.Harrywalkedtothedoorandopenedit,andmotionedJiminside.

           Thecottagecontainedonelargeroomandakitchenette.Inthebigroomthereweresixsteelcots,madeupwitharmyblankets.Threemenwereintheroom,twolyingoncotsandonelargeman,withthefaceofascholarlyprizefighter,peckingslowlyatatypewriter.

           HelookedupquicklywhenHarryopenedthedoor,andthenstoodupandcameforwardsmiling."Hello,Harry,"hesaid."What’sonyourmind?"

           "ThisisJimNolan,"Harryexplained."Remember?Hisnamecameuptheothernight.Jim,thisisMac.Heknowsmoreaboutfieldworkthananybodyinthestate."

           Macgrinned."Gladtoseeyou,Jim,"hesaid.

           Harry,turningtogo,said,"Takecareofhim,Mac.Puthimtowork.I’vegottogetoutareport."Hewavedtothetwowhowerelyingdown."’Bye,boys."

           Whenthedoorwasclosed,Jimlookedabouttheroom.Thewallboardedwallswerebare.Onlyonechairwasintheroom,andthatstoodinfrontofthetypewriter.