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the cut wasn’t too feminine. He’d have to chance it.
    “Have you a telephone?” he asked, still not able to understand how he managed to think of all these details when his mind was so obsessed by the one desire to kill Bob.
    “No,” she said.
    He wouldn’t have to cut any wires then, he told himself and nodded once. Still he stood there not knowing what to do, his mind filled with a dozen questions. Should he leave the girl? Wouldn’t she call the police? Should he shoot her? Wouldn’t the people in the house hear the shot? Vince started to tremble nervously at all the disturbing elements that his coming in here had brought on. That was the trouble with life, no matter what you did it just made everythingmore confusing.
Kill Bob
, that was what he had to concentrate on.
Get to the subway and kill Bob
.
    His eyes re-focused on the girl who still stood there watching him. He shouldn’t kill her. She hadn’t done anything to him. She was a pretty girl and she didn’t mean him any harm. Only an insane man killed everybody. He only wanted to kill certain people like Harry and Bob. Harry was dirty and fat, and Bob was torturing Ruth. But that was all. There was Saul, too, but Vince didn’t know where Saul was.
    But he didn’t kill the guard, he’d only knocked him out. Didn’t that prove he wasn’t crazy? His face softened without him realizing and the expression he directed at the girl was one of supplication.
    “Are you sick?” said the girl.
    Her tone and the words she used broke the spell.
    Vince’s mouth tightened, his face lost all softness.
    “I’ll show you how sick I am,” he said and pulled the trigger of the pistol.
    There was a click. And suddenly, Vince felt cold sweat break out on his body. God, was he insane to make such a loud noise in this house? He gritted his teeth.
    He had to save those bullets, too. He hadn’t thought to look and see how many there were, but there could be no more than five. It was lucky that chamber was empty.
    He saw that the girl was wavering as if she were going to faint.
    “Get in bed,” he told her.
    She sank down weakly on the bed, her hands shaking in her lap.
    “Get under the covers,” he said.
    “Wh-wh-why?”
    “I said get in bed!”
    As she lay back the top of her pajamas slipped up and he saw an expanse of white skin. His heart pounded violently and he lowered his head an instant to hide the swallowing.
    Hastily the girl drew up the blankets. She lay there watching him with glazed, frightened eyes.
    “Close your eyes.” he said.
    She put her head down on the pillow and closed her eyes. Then a sob broke in her throat and she opened them again. Her voice shook.
    “Are you g-going to hurt… me?”
    “Close your eyes.”
    He moved closer, enjoying the feeling of power it gave him to hold life and death in his palm. He thought of killing Bob. He thought of how grateful Ruth would be when Bob was dead, how she would throw her arms around his neck and kiss him and…
    “I said close your eyes!” he yelled.
    He looked down at her white face. Then, abruptly, he flung back the covers and stared down at her body. His hand moved down.
    Get involved and you’ll regret it, my fine young fool!
    His hand jerked back. He threw the covers over her again and stood there looking down sullenly.
    “I ought to kill you,” he said. “You’re not a clean girl. But I won’t because I’m not as crazy as you think. Remember that if anyone asks you.”
    A breathless chuckle sounded in his throat.
    “They’ll ask you all right,” he said as casually as he could.
    Then he bent over and kissed her on the cheek. Her eyes rolled up and she quietly fainted. He didn’t notice.
    “Cheerio,” he said and walked out of the bedroom and the apartment, feeling a pleasant sense of bravura. He hadn’t killed the wretched young nothing. He’d just taken her raincoat as any hero might, leaving her with a kiss on the cheek. That was heroic, it was the sort of thing a girl