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something like that is necessary."
    Rudy snorted. He jammed a cigarette into his mouth, put his left hand in his jacket pocket, ostensibly seeking a match. It came out with a heavy automatic which he leveled across his lap.
    "Get rid of the rifle, Doc. Toss it out in the ditch."
    "Might as well." Doc didn't appear to notice the automatic. "Doesn't look like we're going to need it."
    He lifted the rifle, muzzle first, and dropped it out the window. Rudy let out another snort.
    "Doesn't look like we're gonna need it!" he mocked. "Well, you ain't going to need that rod in your jacket either, Doc, so- don 't move for it! Just take the jacket off and toss it in the back seat."
    "Listen, Rudy…"
    "Do it!"
    Doc did it. Rudy made him lean forward, then backward, swiftly scanning his trousers. He nodded, gave Doc permission to light a cigarette. Doc turned a little in the seat, eyes sorrowful beneath the brim of his hat.
    "This doesn't make sense, Rudy. Not if it's what I think it is."
    "That's what it is. Exactly what you'd figured for me."
    "You're wrong, Rudy. I shouldn't have to tell you that. How would I get by at Golie's without you? They're your relatives, and if Carol and I pulled in there by ourselves…"
    "They'd probably give you a gold watch," Rudy said sourly. "Don't kid me, Doc. You think I'm stupid or something?"
    "In this case, yes. Perhaps we might get along as well without you, but…"
    "As well? You'd be a hell of a lot better off, and you know it!"
    "I don't agree with you, but let it go. You'll need us, Rudy. Carol and me."
    "Huh-uh. Just a different car, and some other duds. Yeah, and your share of the take. That's all."
    Doc hesitated, looked through the windshield. He glanced at the speedometer. "Too fast, Rudy. We're liable to pick up a cop."
    "You mean we're ahead of schedule," Rudy grinned. "That's what you mean, ain't it?"
    "Give Carol the signal, at least. She'll think there's trouble if you don't. Might even lam out on us."
    "Not on you." Rudy's laugh was enviously angry. "She'll know you was going to bump me, and…"
    "No, Rudy. How…"
    "… and she'll figure you got caught in a snarl, so she'll move right on in and try to get you out of it."
    Doc didn't argue the point. In fact, he ceased to argue at all. He simply shrugged, turned around in the seat and was silent.
    Coming so quickly, his apparent resignation bothered Rudy. Not because he was afraid Doc had a fast one up his sleeve. Obviously he couldn't have. The feeling came from something else-the irksome, deeply rooted need to justify himself.
    "Look, Doc," he blurted irritably. "I wasn't burned over what you was going to do to me. You'd've been a sap to do anything else, and I'd be a sap to do anything else. So what's there to cry about?"
    "I didn't realize I was crying."
    "And you got no right to," Rudy said doggedly. "Look. A hundred and forty in cash. Maybe a hundred and twenty-five out of the bonds. Call it a quarter of a million all together. That ain't no dough in a three-way split-not when it's the last you're going to get and you got to hole up with The King all your life. He doesn't put out anything without cash on the line, and plenty of it."
    "Exactly." Doc smiled witheringly. "So it would be an excellent idea not to simply live up your cash, wouldn't it? To use it in such a way that you'd be sure of a generous income as long as you lived."
    "How you mean?" Rudy waited. "Like startin' a tamale parlor, huh?" he jeered. "Or maybe a gambling casino?" He waited again. "You're goin' to run competition with The King?"
    Doc laughed softly. The laugh of an adult at a small child's antics. "Really, Rudy. In your case, I'd suggest a circus. You could be your own clown."
    Rudy scowled and licked his lips uncertainly. He started to speak, stopped himself. He cleared his throat and made another attempt.
    "Uh, what'd you have in mind, Doc? Dope, maybe? Smuggling? I figured them things was sewed up, but-ah, to hell with you, Doc! I'm holding aces and