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Head down, I let him pummel and thumb all the tendons and muscles into a warm jelly From the darkness in my skull I said, “Well?”

“Let od damn it!”

Crumley squeezed my neck hard

“No panics,” he ot to peel the whole daht time and place No shouts or the avalanche comes down on us”

Cruentled behind my ears now, a proper father

“The whole thing, itterrified of Arbuthnot”

“Arbuthnot,” mused Cru in there, some clue You sure he’s still there?”

I sat up and stared at Crumley

“You mean: Who’s in Grant’s tomb?”

“That old joke, yes Hoe know General Grant is still there?”

“We don’t Robbers stole Lincoln’s body twice Seventy years back they had actually toted it to the graveyard gate when they were caught”

“Is that so?”

“Maybe”

“Maybe!?”shouted Crurow o to check Arbuthnot’s tomb?”

“Well—”