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           Hewassittinginacircleofhistail,andthetipflickedupbetweenhisfrontfeet.Iwentintothedarkstore,tookacanofmilkfromtheshelf,puncheditopen,andsquirteditintoacup.ThenIcarriedthecuptothestoreroomandsetitjustinsideandleftthedooropen.Hewatchedmegravely,lookedatthemilk,andthenwalkedawayandslidoverthefenceinbackofthebank.

           IwaswatchinghimgowhenJoeyMorphycameintothealleywiththekeytothebank’sbackdoorreadyinhishand.Helookedseedy—grainy—asthoughhehadn’tbeentobed.

           "Hi,Mr.Hawley."

           "Ithoughtyouwereclosedtoday."

           "LookslikeIneverclose.Thirty-six-dollarmistakeinthebooks.Iworkedtillmidnightlastnight."

           "Short?"

           "No—over."

           "Thatshouldbegood."

           "Well,itain’t.Igottofindit."

           "Arebanksthathonest?"

           "Banksare.It’sonlysomementhataren’t.IfI’mgoingtogetanyholiday,I’vegottofindit."

           "WishIknewsomethingaboutbusiness."

           "IcantellyouallIknowinonesentence.Moneygetsmoney."

           "Thatdoesn’tdomemuchgood."

           "Meeither.ButIcansuregiveadvice."

           "Likewhat?"

           "Likenevertakethefirstoffer,andlike,ifsomebodywantstosell,he’sgotareason,andlike,athingisonlyasvaluableaswhowantsit."

           "Thatthequickcourse?"

           "That’sit,butitdon’tmeannothingwithoutthefirst."

           "Moneygetsmoney?"

           "Thatcutsalotofusout."

           "Don’tsomepeopleborrow?"

           "Yeah,butyouhavetohavecreditandthat’sakindofmoney."