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"Blood money," I said quietly. "Your own brother. And you set him up so they could kill him. A thousand dollars blood money. I hope you'll be happy with it."

Her mouth fell open and she looked ugly. She closed her lips and pressed them together. It was a tight hard little face that I was looking at.

The telephone rang and she jumped a foot. I turned and reached for it and put my face against it and said, "Hello."

She stood rigid and glaring. I finished my tearing-up job and lit the scraps of paper in the tray.

"I could tell them who shot Steelgrave," I said. "Because I know who didn't. They might believe me."

There was a sound in the background. I swung around and saw the door click shut. I was alone in the room.

"A cheap shyster," I said. "Well, what would you expect. I don't have any brothers or sisters to sell out. So I sell out my clients."

There was a sound in the background. I swung around and saw the door click shut. I was alone in the room.

"I never thought you were a crook," she said with dignity.

"Amigo, are you all right?"

She stood away from the chair and took a couple of steps backward. Then suddenly she giggled.

She stood rigid and glaring. I finished my tearing-up job and lit the scraps of paper in the tray.

"Leila told him," she said in a faraway voice.

I didn't say anything. I relit my pipe.

Her mouth fell open and she looked ugly. She closed her lips and pressed them together. It was a tight hard little face that I was looking at.

"Who could prove it?" she half squealed. "Who's alive to prove it? You? Who are you? A cheap shyster, a nobody." She went off into a shrill peal of laughter. "Why even twenty dollars buys you."

"A cheap shyster," I said. "Well, what would you expect. I don't have any brothers or sisters to sell out. So I sell out my clients."

"One thing I regret," I said. "Not seeing your meeting back in Manhattan, Kansas, with dear old Mom. Not seeing the fight over how to split that grand. I bet that would be something to watch."

I was still holding the packet of photos. I struck a match and dropped the negative into the ash tray and watched it flare up.

"Don't worry," I said. "I'm not going to. It wouldn't cost me enough. And it would cost somebody else too much."

"I could make you give them to the police," she said.

"Who could prove it?" she half squealed. "Who's alive to prove it? You? Who are you? A cheap shyster, a nobody." She went off into a shrill peal of laughter. "Why even twenty dollars buys you."

"I never thought you were a crook," she said with dignity.

"I could tell the police," she whispered. "I could tell them a lot of things. They'd believe me."

"What did you sell Steelgrave for the grand?"

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