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“Don’t go up there,” she whispered

“Perfect place for J C”

“Up there it’s all face and no backside Trip on so and you fall like t

hose rocks the hunchback dropped on the mob”

“That was a film, Constance!”

“And you think this is real?”

Constance shuddered I longed for the old Rattigan who laughed all the ti just now, up on the belltower”

“Maybe it’s J C” I said “While the others are ransacking Calvary, why don’t I take a look?”

“I thought you were afraid of heights?”

I watched the shadows run up along the facade of Notre Dame

“Damn fool Go ahead Get Jesus down,” oyle Save Jesus”

“He’s saved!”

A hundred feet off, I looked back Constance was already warionnaires

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I lingered outside Notre Da up Then I turned, shocked, to sniff the air I took a deeper breath and let it out “Good Grief Incense! And candle smoke! Someone’s been—J C?”