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He was staring atthe great stretch of crossbar where an arm and a wrist and a hand could be spiked

“God, yes!” I said

For, lined up as in a rifle’s sight was the wall, and the place on the here the wax and papier-mâché dummy had been hoisted in place, and, further on across a stonedoors of St Sebastian’s church!

“Yes!” I gasped “Thanks, J C”

“Get down!”

“I am” And I took my eyes away froain to the country of the dead and the church beyond

I descended

“Where you going!?” said J C

“Where I should’ve gone days ago—”

“You stupid jerk Stay away from that church! It’s not safe!”

“A church not safe?” I stopped going down and looked up

“Not that church, no! It’s across frohts, open for any damn fool who drops in!”

“He drops in there, doesn’t he?”

“He?”

“Hell” I shivered “Before he goes in the graveyard nights, he first goes to confession, yes?”