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           Shesaidslowly,"TownHallAnnexe."

           Isaid,Idon’tknowwhatyoumean.

           "You’vegotamoustache,"shesaid.

           Istilldon’tknowhowsheknew.Shesawmeafewtimesinthetown,Isuppose,perhapsshesawmeoutofthewindowsoftheirhousesometimes,Ihadn’tthoughtofthat,mymindwasallinawhirl.

           Shesaid,"Yourphotowasinthepaper."

           I’vealwayshatedtobefoundout,Idon’tknowwhy,I’vealwaystriedtoexplain,Imeaninventstoriestoexplain.SuddenlyIsawawayout.

           Isaid,I’monlyobeyingorders.

           "Orders,"shesaid."Whoseorders?"

           Ican’ttellyou.

           Shewouldkeepstaringatme.Keepingherdistance,too.IsupposeshethoughtIwouldattackher.

           "Whoseorders?"shesaidagain.

           Itriedtothinkofsomeone.Idon’tknowwhy,theonlynameIcouldthinkofshemightknowwasMr.Singleton.HewasthemanageroftheBarclays.Iknewherfatherbankedthere.IsawhimseveraltimesintherewhenIwas,andtalkingwithMr.Singleton.

           Mr.Singleton’sorders,Isaid.

           Shelookedreallyamazed,soIwentonquick.I’mnotmeanttotellyou,Isaid,he’dkillmeifheknew.