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me out of his way and started for the door. I could have let it go at thatbut I didn’t. I was just getting warmed upand I didn’t want my inspiration to be wasted. I went back to where Fay- away was sitting and put a few hundred francs on the table. She feigned a pout in response. “C’est mon frère” I said. “Il est fou. Je dois le poursuivre.” And thenas she reached for the moneyI blew her a kissturned aroundand left. Stillman was twenty or thirty yards ahead of mewalking quickly down the street. I kept pace with himhanging back to avoid being noticedbut not letting him move out of sight. Every now and then he looked back over his shoulderas though expecting me to be therebut I don’t think he saw me until we were well out of the neighborhoodaway from the crowds and commotionslicing through the quietdarkened core of the Right Bank. The encounter had spooked himand he behaved like a man running for his life. But that was not dif- ?cult to understand. I was the thing we all fear most: the bel- ligerent stranger who steps out from the shadowsthe knife that stabs us in the backthe speeding car that crushes us to death. He was right to be runningbut his f mbt tataga black |
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