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said I would have some more.
      The house dick gave me another shot. He stood smiling stupidly at me, a blend of servility and horror in his eyes.
      Then quite suddenly the cotton wool in my head dissolved, the pain went away and I felt as fine as could be expected under the circumstances. I asked the house dick for a cigarette, and he gave me one and lit it for me. His fat hairy hand was trembling.
      "Make the punk at home," Flaggerty said from the window. He was watching me now, and he held a snub-nosed automatic in his hand. "Stay where you are, Cain," he went on. "I'm not taking any chances with you."
      "Skip it," I said. "I know it looks bad, but she'll tell you what happened as soon as she comes to the surface. I don't know a thing about it."
      "They never do," Flaggerty sneered.
      "I wouldn't say anything, Mr. Cain," the house dick whispered. "Not until Mr. Killeano comes."
      "Is he coming?" I asked.
    "Sure. You're a guest here, Mr, Cain. We want to get you out of this mess if we can."
      I stared at him. "I guess there's no other hotel in the world with such service," was all I could think to say.
      He simpered at me, but avoided my eye.
      I looked over at Miss Wonderly. She was still out, and I made a move to go to her.
      "Hold it, Cain!" Flaggerty barked. "Stay where you are."
      I had a feeling that he'd shoot if I gave him half a chance, so I shrugged and sat down.
      "You'd better get that dame out of her faint," I said. "She's got plenty of talking to do."
      "See what you can do with her," Flaggerty said to the house dick.
      The big man knelt beside her. She seemed to embarrass him, because he just stared and did nothing.
      I looked around the room. Cigarette butts filled the ashtrays. Two bottles of Scotch stood empty on the mantelpiece. Another lay on the carpet and a big damp patch showed that it had leaked. There was a stink of spirits in the room. The rugs had been kicked up, a chair overturned. The stage had been set to look like a drunken orgy. It looked like a drunken orgy.
      On the floor by the dead man was a heavy Luger pistol. The butt of the pistol had white hair and blood on it. I recognized the pistol. It was mine.
      I sat staring at it, and I felt spooked. Unless Miss Wonderly started talking I was in a sweet jam. I hoped she'd start talking soon.
      We sat around for half an hour without saying anything. Miss Wonderly moved once or twice and moaned, but she didn't come out of her faint. It was the longest faint on record. Maybe she wanted to earn herself a title.
      As I was beginning to lose patience, the door was thrown open and a short, square man, wearing a big black hat, bustled in. He reminded me of Mussolini when Mussolini used to shake his fist from his balcony. He took in the room at a glance, and then came straight to me.
      "Cain?" he said, offering his hand. "I'm Killeano. There's nothing to worry about. I'll see you get a straight deal. You're my guest, and I know how to look after my guests."
    I didn't shake his hand. I didn't get up.
      "Your political rival's dead, Killeano," I said, eyeing him up and down. "So you've got nothing to worry about either."
      He lowered his hand hurriedly and looked at Herrick.
      "Poor fellow," he said. I swear there were tears in his eyes. "He was a grand, clean fighter; this is a great loss to the Administration."
      "Save it for the newspapers." I advised.
      We were all posed there like a bunch of dummies when Miss Wonderly sat up and started to scream again.

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    Killeano turned out to be quite a guy for getting things organized. "We're going to be fair to Cabin," he said, thumping his fist on the back of a chair. "I know it looks bad for him, but he's my guest, and I'm going to see he gets a break."
    Flaggerty muttered under his breath, but Killeano was the boss.
      "So what?" Flaggerty asked, shrugging. "Why waste time? I want this guy down at headquarters for