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тАЬYou think so? I call it practical.тАЭ

He said angrily, тАЬYou think I'm a small-timer, huh?тАЭ

тАЬI didn't say so.тАЭ

He batted his eyes, rubbed his hand over his face as if to remove the rum film from his eyes, and
complained, тАЬYou're cold-blooded.тАЭ

тАЬPulaski,тАЭ I said, тАЬyou'd be surprised. I'm not as cold as you'd think. But the kind of a man that arouses
me must be a man. I don't mean he has to roll in money, but that would go with it. My kind of a man has
to be one who does thingsтАФbig and clever things in a big and clever way. . . . You're nice-looking,
Pulaski. But you're not extraordinary. There's nothing exciting nor adventurous about you. If there was,
well . . .тАЭ I let him get what he could out of some eyelash-fluttering.

This was pretty broad stuff, but the alcohol had him foggy enough that the only thing that would make an
impression on him was a club. It worked, too. He got a little purple, and hit the table a lick.

He said, тАЬListen, baby, you're underestimating old Pulaski.тАЭ

тАЬWords,тАЭ I said, тАЬdon't make it so.тАЭ
тАЬYou're just a dollar-chasing wench.тАЭ

I looked at him and said, тАЬPenny-chasing.тАЭ

тАЬHuh?тАЭ

тАЬI'm sitting here with you, aren't I?тАЭ

He blew up. тАЬListen, you! Don't call me cheap! I'm going to grab off twenty thousand bucks in the next
two weeks. What do you think of that?тАЭ

I thought he was a liar. And pretty soon I didn't. There was the way he had said he would have twenty
thousand dollars in two weeks, the way he tied the words up in fear like red ribbons, that made it
convincing. And puzzling. Pulaski's type didn't get twenty-thousand-dollar fees. Not honestly. And if it
was honest, if he had stumbled on some chemical formula or process, he wouldn't be this scared.

So I told him not to be ridiculous, that I was in no mood for bragging, and to finish his drink and take me
home. That made him madder, and the angrier he got, the more determined he was to prove his
importance.

It took another hour to get the story out of him.

It raised my hair.



THERE were three men named J. X. Smith, Sonny Conover and James L. Like. There was another
manтАФunnamedтАФwho hated the three. This other manтАФif it was a man; it may not have been; Pulaski
called the individual тАЬpersonтАЭ throughoutтАФhad hired Pulaski to furnish an unusual poison. The poison