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We went quietly out of the house； shut the front door quietly and made sure that the screen door didn't bang。 Randall put his hat on and sighed。 Then he shrugged； spreading his cool well…kept hands out far from his body。 There was a thin sound of sobbing still audible； back in the house。
The mailman's back was two houses down the street。
〃Police work；〃 Randall said quietly； under his breath； and twisted his mouth。
We walked across the space to the next house。 Mrs。 Florian hadn't even taken the wash in。 It still jittered； stiff and yellowish on the wire line in the side yard。 We went up on the steps and rang the bell。 No answer。 We knocked。 No answer。
〃It was unlocked last time；〃 I said。
He tried the door； carefully screening the movement with his body。 It was locked this time。 We went down off the porch and walked around the house on the side away from Old Nosey。 The back porch had a hooked screen。 Randall knocked on that。 Nothing happened。 He came back off the two almost paintless wooden steps and went along the disused and overgrown driveway and opened up a wooden garage。 The doors creaked。 The garage was full of nothing。 There were a few battered old…fashioned trunks not worth breaking up for firewood。 Rusted gardening tools； old cans； plenty of those； in cartons。 On each side of the doors； in the angle of the wall a nice fat black widow spider sat in its casual untidy web。 Randall picked up a piece of wood and killed them absently。 He shut the garage up again； walked back along the weedy drive to the front and up the steps of the house on the other side from Old Nosey。 Nobody answered his ring or knock。
He came back slowly； looking across the street over his shoulder。
〃Back door's easiest；〃 he said。 〃The old hen next door won't do anything about it now。 She's done too much lying。〃
He went up the two back steps and slide a knife blade neatly into the crack of the door and lifted the hook。 That put us in the screen porch。 It was full of cans and some of the cans were full of flies。
〃Jesus； what a way to live！〃 he said。
The back door was easy。 A five…cent skeleton key turned the lock。 But there was a bolt。
〃This jars me；〃 I said。 〃I guess she's beat it。 She wouldn't lock up like this。 She's too sloppy。〃
〃Your hat's older than mine；〃 Randall said。 He looked at the glass panel in the back door。 〃Lend it to me to push the glass in。 Or shall we do a neat job？〃
〃Kick it in。 Who cares around here？〃
〃Here goes。〃
He stepped back and lunged at the lock with his leg parallel to the floor。 Something cracked idly and the door gave a few inches。 We heaved it open and picked a piece of jagged cast metal off the linoleum and laid it politely on the woodstone drainboard； beside about nine empty gin bottles。
Flies buzzed against the closed windows of the kitchen。 The place reeked。 Randall stood in the middle of the floor； giving it the careful eye。
Then he walked softly through the swing door without touching it except low down with his toe and using that to push it far enough back so that it stayed open。 The living room was much as I had remembered it。 The radio was off。
〃That's a nice radio；〃 Randall said。 〃Cost money。 If it's paid for。 Here's something。〃
He went down on one knee and looked along the carpet。 Then he went to the side of the radio and moved a loose cord with his foot。 The plug came into view。 He bent and studied the knobs on the radio front。
〃Yeah；〃 he said。 〃Smooth and rather large。 Pretty smart； that。 You don't get prints on a light cord； do you？〃
〃Shove it in and see if it's turned on。〃
He reached around and shoved it into the plug in the baseboard。 The light went on at once。 We waited。 The thing hummed for a while and then suddenly a heavy volume of sound began to pour out of the speaker。 Randall jumped at the cord and yanked it loose again。 The sound was snapped off sharp。
When he straightened his eyes were full of light。
We went swiftly into the bedroom。 Mrs。 Jessie Pierce Florian lay diagonally across the bed； in a rumpled cotton house dress； with her head close to one end of the footboard。 The corner post of the bed was smeared darkly with something the flies liked。
She had been dead long enough。
Randall didn't touch her。 He stared down at her for a long time and then looked at me with a wolfish baring of his teeth。
〃Brains on her face；〃 he said。 〃That seems to be the theme song of this case。 Only this was done with just a pair of hands。 But Jesus what a pair of hands。 Look at the neck bruises； the spacing of the finger marks。〃
〃You look at them；〃 I said。 I turned away。 〃Poor old Nulty。 It's not just a shine killing any more。〃
31
A shiny black bug with a pink head and pink spots on it crawled slowly along the polished top of Randall's desk and waved a couple of feelers around； as if testing the breeze for a takeoff。 It wobbled a little as it crawled； like an old woman carrying too many parcels。 A nameless dick sat at another desk and kept talking into an old…fashioned hushaphone telephone mouthpiece； so that his voice sounded like someone whispering in a tunnel。 He talked with his eyes half closed； a big scarred hand on the desk in front of him holding a burning cigarette between the knuckles of the first and second fingers。
The bug reached the end of Randall's desk and marched straight off into the air。 It fell on its back on the floor； waved a few thin worn legs in the air feebly and then played dead。 Nobody cared； so it began waving the legs again and finally struggled over on its face。 It trundled slowly off into a corner towards nothing； going nowhere。
The police loudspeaker box on the wall put out a bulletin about a holdup on San Pedro south of Forty…fourth。 The holdup was a middle…aged man wearing a dark gray suit and gray felt hat。 He was last seen running east on Forty…fourth and then dodging between two houses。 〃Approach carefully；〃 the announcer said。 〃This suspect is armed with a 。32 caliber revolver and has just held up the proprietor of a Greek restaurant at Number 3966 South San Pedro。〃
A flat click and the announcer went off the air and another one came on and started to read a hot car list； in a slow monotonous voice that repeated everything twice。
The door opened and Randall came in with a sheaf of letter size typewritten sheets。 He walked briskly across the room and sat down across the desk from me and pushed some papers at me。
〃Sign four copies；〃 he said。
I signed four copies。
The pink bug reached a corner of the room and put feelers out for a good spot to take off from。 It seemed a little discouraged。 It went along the baseboard towards another corner。 I lit a cigarette and the dick at the hushaphone abruptly got up and went out of the office。
Randall leaned back in his chair； looking just the same as ever； just as cool； just as smooth； just as ready to be nasty or nice as the occasion required。
〃I'm telling you a few things；〃 he said； 〃just so you won't go having any more brainstorms。 Just so you won't go master…minding all over the landscape any more。 Just so maybe for Christ's sake you will let this one lay。〃
I waited。
〃No prints in the dump；〃 he said。 〃You know which dump I mean