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against it； they could force us to a hearing。 That would lose us two Weeks to a month； and once we got there I doubt if my encephalitis theory would hold up。' He paused and looked at them both。 'Which leads us to the thing that disturbs me most about this； Mr Burke's story aside。 Danny Glick is the only corpse we have a marker for。 All the others have disappeared into thin air。'
5
Ben and Jimmy Cody got to the Glick home around one…thirty。 Tony Glick's car was sitting in the driveway； but the house was silent。 When no one answered the third knock； they crossed the road to the small ranch…style house that sat there…a sad； prefab refugee of the 1950s held up on one end by a rusty pair of house jacks。 The name on the mailbox was Dickens。 A pink lawn flamingo stood by the walk； and a small cocker spaniel thumped his tail at their approach。
Pauline Dickens； waitress and part owner of the Excellent Café； opened the door a moment or two after Cody rang the bell。 She was wearing her uniform。
'Hi； Pauline；' Jimmy said。 'Do you know where the Glicks are？'
'You mean you don't know？'
'Know what？'
'Mrs Glick died early this morning。 They took Tony Glick to Central Maine General。 He's in shock。'
Ben looked at Cody。 Jimmy looked like a man who had been kicked in the stomach。
Ben took up the slack…quickly。 'Where did they take her body？'
Pauline ran her hands across her hips to make sure her uniform was right。 'Well； I spoke to Mabel Werts on the phone an hour ago； and she said Parkins Gillespie was going to take the body right up to that Jewish fellow's funeral home in Cumberland。 On account of no one knows where Carl Foreman is。'
'Thank you；' Cody said slowly。
'Awful thing；' she said； her eyes straying to the empty house across the road。 Tony Glick's car sat in the driveway like a large and dusty dog that had been chained and then abandoned。 'If I was a superstitious person； I'd be afraid。'
'Afraid of what； Pauline？' Cody asked。
'Oh 。 。 。 things。' She smiled vaguely。 Her fingers touched a small chain hung around her neck。
A St Christopher's medal。
6
They were sitting in the car again。 They had watched Pauline drive off to work without speaking。
'Now what？' Ben asked finally。
'It's a balls…up；' Jimmy said。 'The Jewish fellow is Maury Green。 I think maybe we ought to drive over to Cumberland。 Nine years ago Maury's boy almost drowned at Sebago Lake。 I happened to be there with a girl friend； and I gave the kid artificial respiration。 Got his motor going again。 Maybe this is one time I ought to trade on somebody's good will。'
'What good will it do？ The ME will have taken her body for autopsy or postmortem or whatever they call it。'
'I doubt it。 It's Sunday； remember？ The ME will be out in the woods someplace with a rock hammer…he's an amateur geologist。 Norbert…do you remember Norbert？'
Ben nodded。
'Norbert is supposed to be on call； but he's erratic。 He's probably got the phone off the hook so he can watch the Packers and the Patriots。 If we go up to Maury Green's funeral parlor now； there's a pretty fair chance the body will be there unclaimed until after dark。'
'All right；' Ben said。 'Let's go。'
He remembered the call he was to have made on Father Callahan； but it would have to wait。 Things were going very fast now。 Too fast to suit him。 Fantasy and reality had merged。
7
They drove in silence until they were on the turnpike； each lost in his own thoughts。 Ben was thinking about what Cody had said at the hospital。 Carl Foreman gone。 The bodies of Floyd Tibbits and the McDougall baby gone disappeared from under the noses of two morgue attendants。 Mike Ryerson was also gone； and God knew who else。 How many people in 'salem's Lot could drop out of sight and not be missed for a week 。 。 。 two weeks 。 。 。 a month？ Two hundred？ Three？ It made the palms of his hands sweaty。
'This is beginning to seem like a paranoid's dream；' Jimmy said； 'or a Gahan Wilson cartoon。 The scariest part of this whole thing； from an academic point of view； is the relative ease with Which a vampire colony could be founded…always if you grant the first one。 It's a bedroom town for Portland and Lewiston and Gates Falls； mostly。 There's no in…town industry where a rise in absenteeism would be noticed。 The schools are three…town consolidated； and if the absence list starts getting a little longer； who notices？ A lot of people go to church over in Cumberland； a lot more don't go at all。 And TV has pretty well put the kibosh on the old neighborhood get…togethers； except for the duffers who hang around Milt's store。 All this could be going on with great effectiveness behind the scenes。'
'Yeah；' Ben said。 'Danny Glick infects Mike。 Mike infects 。 。 。 oh； I don't know。 Floyd； maybe。 The McDougall baby infects 。 。 。 his father？ Mother？ How are they？ Has anyone checked？'
'Not my patients。 I assume Dr Plowman would have been the one to call them this morning and tell them about their son's disappearance。 But I have no real way of knowing if he actually called or actually got in contact with them if he did。'
'They should be checked on；' Ben said。 He began to feel harried。 'You see how easily we could end up chasing our tails？ A person from out of town could drive through the Lot and not know a thing was wrong。 Just another one…horse town where they roll up the sidewalks at nine。 But who knows what's going on in the houses； behind drawn shades？ People could be lying in their beds 。 。 。 or propped in closets like brooms 。 。 。 down in cellars 。 。 。 waiting for the sun to go down。 And each sunrise； less people out on the streets。 Less every day。' He swallowed and heard a dry click in his throat。
'Take it easy；' Jimmy said。 'None of this is proven。'
'The proof is piling up in drifts；' Ben retorted。 'If we were dealing in an accepted frame of reference…with a possible outbreak of typhoid or A2 flu； say…the whole town would be in quarantine by now。'
'I doubt that。 You don't want to forget that only one person has actually seen anything。'
'Hardly the town drunk。'
'He'd be crucified if a story like this got out；' Jimmy said。
'By whom？ Not by Pauline Dickens； that's for sure。 She's ready to start nailing hex signs on her door。'
'In an era of Watergate and oil depletion； she's an exception；' Jimmy said。
They drove the rest of the way without conversation。 Green's Mortuary was at the north end of Cumberland； and two hearses were parked around back； between the rear door of the nondenominational chapel and a high board fence。 Jimmy turned off the ignition and looked at Ben。 'Ready？'
'I guess。'
They got out。
8
The rebellion had been growing in her all afternoon； and around two o'clock it burst its bonds。 They were going at it stupidly； taking the long way around the barn to prove something that was （sorry； Mr Burke） probably a lot of horseshit anyway。 Susan decided to go up to the Marsten House now； this afternoon。
She went downstairs and picked up her pocketbook。 Ann Norton was baking cookies and her father was in the living room； watching the