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Crumley leaned close to her ear

“Constance,” he said “Hollyhock House Who’s there?”

Constance moaned, covered her eyes, and turned away To the wall she addressed soo

“going to live forever … little did she know … poor everyone … poor Arby … poor priest … poor sap …”

Cru “Hell Damn Sure Hollyhock House A stone’s throw from—”

“St Sebastian’s,” I finished “Why,” I added, “do I have this feeling you’ll be taking me there?”

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“You,” Crumley said to me at breakfast, “look like death warmed over You,” he pointed his buttered toast at Constance, “look like Justice without Mercy”

“What do I look like?” asked Henry

“Can’t see you”

“Figures,” said the blind man

“Clothes off,” said Constance, dazed, like so from an idiot board “Time for a swim My place!”

We drove to Constance’s place

Fritz telephoned

“Have you got the ? Noe need a redo of the Sermon on the Mount!”