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тАЬWith Keeper?тАЭ

тАЬIтАФsuppose so.тАЭ

тАЬWhy didn't you ask whoever you talked to what Keeper is?тАЭ

тАЬIтАФтАЭ Her eyes went different places, helping her mind hunt for words. тАЬI never thought of it,тАЭ she said.

тАЬOr you already know what Keeper is.тАЭ

Glacia shook her head dumbly. тАЬMote, I really don't know.тАЭ

She didn't get mad, so probably she didn't know. And after that she wouldn't get ten feet from me. But
she wouldn't tell me of what she was afraid, or what she thought might happen. I felt sorry for her. I
seemed to be the only person she trusted, and she was too frightened to trust me much.

I spent about an hour with my imagination, picturing different things that could happen when the lawyer
got here, different things Keeper could be, and various ways of being a murder victim. By that time, I had
scared myself into needing sunlight and fresh air badly, so I suggested a walk, and Glacia agreed. Rather,
I said I was going for a walk and Glacia, following her new policy of staying within two jumps of me,
reached for her own hat.

It didn't occur to me that things might not wait to happen until the lawyer got here.



Chapter VI
THE portly gentleman was about fifty, gray-haired, with a distinguished face that ran extraordinarily to
jaw, and he managed to carry more air of dignity than one would have thought could be gotten away with
by a ponderous old boy in a bathing suit.

The dubious redskin, Coming Going, brought him up and introduced him.

тАЬMr. Montgomery, ladies,тАЭ said Coming Going. тАЬHeap anxious meet you. Okay?тАЭ

We were sitting near the pool trying to look as if we were enjoying a couple of cold drinks, and as far as
I was concerned, it wasn't okay. Mr. Montgomery had too much jaw for me to want any part of him.

тАЬGoodbye,тАЭ Coming Going said suddenly. He must have been watching my face.

тАЬMr. Going,тАЭ I said, standing quickly. тАЬWill you show me your tribal totem pole. The one you were
talking about.тАЭ I took his arm and hurried him into the thicket of different kinds of cactus, mostly as large
as trees, which bordered the pool and made the lodge grounds a thorny jungle. When we were out of
sight on the path, I stopped the puzzled redskin.

тАЬNow,тАЭ I asked, тАЬwhere did you get him?тАЭ

тАЬUgh. What tribal totem pole?тАЭ he asked.
тАЬNever mind that, Hiawatha. The fat man with the jawтАФwhere did you get him?тАЭ