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           Idon’twanttodoit.That’syourmoneyandyoursafety."

           "Doesn’tMr.Bakerknowmoreaboutthatthanyoudo,dear?"

           "I’mnotsure.AllIknowismyfatherthoughtheknew.That’swhyI’mworkingforMarullo."

           "Still,IthinkMr.Baker—"

           "Willyoubeguidedbyme,sweetheart?"

           "Well,ofcourse—"

           "Ineverything?"

           "Areyoubeingsilly?"

           "I’mdeadserious—dead!"

           "Ibelieveyouare.Butyoucan’tgoarounddoubtingMr.Baker.Why,he’s—he’s—"

           "He’sMr.Baker.We’lllistentowhathehastosayandthen—Istillwillwantthatmoneyrightinthebankwhereitis."

           Allenshotthroughthebackdoorasthoughfiredbyasling-shot."Marullo,"hesaid."Mr.Marullo’soutside.Hewantstoseeyou."

           "Nowwhat?"Marydemanded.

           "Well,askhimin."

           "Idid.Hewantstoseeyououtside."

           "Ethan,whatisit?Youcan’tgooutinyourrobe.It’sEasterSunday."

           "Allen,"Isaid,"youtellMr.MarulloI’mnotdressed.Tellhimhecancomebacklater.Butifhe’sinahurry,hecancomeinthefrontdoorifhewantstoseemealone."Hedashed.

           "Idon’tknowwhathewants.Maybethestore’sbeenrobbed."

           Allenshotback."He’sgoingaroundfront."

           "Now,dear,don’tyoulethimspoilyourbreakfast,youhearme?"

           Iwentthroughthehouseandopenedthefrontdoor.Marullowasontheporch,dressedinhisbestforEastermass,andhisbestwasblackbroadclothandbiggoldwatchchain.