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           Wilsonshookhishead.Hiseyesnarrowedandhismouthwidenedslightlywiththeghostofasuperior"Hm!"

           "Iknow,"hesaiddefinitely,"I’moneofthesetrustingfellasandIdon’tthinkanyharmtonobody,butwhenIgettoknowathingIknowit.Itwasthemaninthatcar.Sheranouttospeaktohimandhewouldn’tstop."

           Michaelishadseenthistoo,butithadn’toccurredtohimthattherewasanyspecialsignificanceinit.HebelievedthatMrs.Wilsonhadbeenrunningawayfromherhusband,ratherthantryingtostopanyparticularcar.

           "Howcouldsheofbeenlikethat?"

           "She’sadeepone,"saidWilson,asifthatansweredthequestion."Ah-h-h——"

           Hebegantorockagain,andMichaelisstoodtwistingtheleashinhishand.

           "MaybeyougotsomefriendthatIcouldtelephonefor,George?"

           Thiswasaforlornhope—hewasalmostsurethatWilsonhadnofriend:therewasnotenoughofhimforhiswife.Hewasgladalittlelaterwhenhenoticedachangeintheroom,abluequickeningbythewindow,andrealizedthatdawnwasn’tfaroff.Aboutfiveo’clockitwasblueenoughoutsidetosnapoffthelight.

           Wilson’sglazedeyesturnedouttotheashheaps,wheresmallgraycloudstookonfantasticshapeandscurriedhereandthereinthefaintdawnwind.

           "Ispoketoher,"hemuttered,afteralongsilence."Itoldhershemightfoolmebutshecouldn’tfoolGod.