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All this in a heartbeat

“I hate this place!” said Henry

“Hoould you know?” said Crumley

Henry said: “I still don’t like it Listen!”

Upstairs, the wind, or so the outside door

Cru it around “Now I hate this place”

There was a door in the wall ten feet off Crurunt It opened With Henry bete hustled through The door slammed behind We ran

Away froht, or toward the Beast?!

“Don’t look!” shouted Crumley

“Whatta you mean, don’t look?” Henry thrashed the air with his cane, clubbing the stone floor with his shoes, ricocheting between us Crumley, in the lead, yelled, “Just don’t is all!”

But I had seen as we ran, colliding alls, crashing through a territory of bone heaps and skull pyramids, broken coffins, scattered funeral wreaths; a battlefield of death; cracked incense urns, statue frag parade of doom had, in mid-celebration, dropped its shrapnels to flee, even as we fled with one light caro in square holes where flesh had vanished and teeth smiled

Don’t look!? I thought No, don’t stop! I all but knocked Henry aside, drunk with fright He whipped his cane to crack hted fiend

We blundered from one country to another, from a file of bones to a file of tins, from vaults of marble to vaults of concrete and suddenly ere in old-silent-black-and-white territory Names flashed by with film titles on stacked reel canisters

“Where in hell are we?” panted Crumley

“Rattigan!” I heard asp “Botwin! My God! We’re in—Maxih the wall!”