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           Isaid,youhaven’teatenanything.

           Sheheldthecigarette,veryladylike,betweenherfingers.She’dcleanedthejumperup.Theairwasstuffy.

           Shetooknonotice.Itwasfunny.IknewsheknewIwaslying.

           "You’retellingmethatMr.Singletonisasexmaniacandhekidnapsgirlsandyouhelphim?"

           Isaid,Ihaveto.Istolesomemoneyfromthebank,I’dgotoprisoniftheyfoundout,heholdsitoverme,yousee.

           Allthetimeshewasstaringatme.Shehadgreatbigcleareyes,verycurious,alwayswantingtofindout.(Notsnoopy,ofcourse.)

           "Youwonalotofmoney,didn’tyou?"

           IknewwhatIsaidwasconfused.Ifeltallhotandbothered.

           "Whydidn’tyoupaybackthemoneythen?Whatwasit—seventythousandpounds?Youdidn’tstealallthat?Orperhapsyoujusthelphimforthefunofit?"

           There’sotherthingsIcan’ttellyou.I’minhispower.

           Shestoodupwithherhandsinherskirtpockets.Shestaredatherselfinthemirror(metal,ofcourse,notglass)forachange.

           "What’shegoingtodotome?"

           Idon’tknow.

           "Whereishenow?"