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couldn't leave the room go empty. There's a convention in town an' we

gotta rent the room while there's business. You know how it is."

"Yeah, I know. Can I have my stuff?"

"Sure, no problem." He hauled out a battered suitcase and a smaller, but

no less battered case that held the means of my livelihood, a

typewriter. I found my clothes intact, if sloppily folded, and my

portable seemed to be in working order. While I checked my things, the

clerk had woken up and was checking me.

"Been having some trouble?" he asked cautiously. His eyes trailed with

open curiosity from my unshaved face to my damp, grubby clothes.

"Something like that." I pulled out another coat from the suitcase,

turned my back to the clerk, and changed the old for new.

"Jesus Christ, are you all right? There's a big hole and blood all over
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your back!"

It was annoying. In sparing the guy the sight of my punctured

shirtfront, I'd given him the full benefit of the back, where the bullet

that killed me had exited. I buttoned up the fresh coat and tried to

bluff it through.

'' Hey, you shoulda seen the other guy.''

"No kiddin', there's--"

"Yeah, well, don't worry about it," I snapped. "The less you know, the

better for both of us, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, sure." He backed off unhappily. Perhaps as a longtime resident of