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The color flowed away from her face. and left her as pale as ice. Her mouth quivered, then tightened up hard into a little knot. She pushed her chair back and leaned forward to get up.

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.

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

"What did you sell Steelgrave for the grand?"

"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."

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.

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

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

The color flowed away from her face. and left her as pale as ice. Her mouth quivered, then tightened up hard into a little knot. She pushed her chair back and leaned forward to get up.

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

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.

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

The small head jerked up. The light glinted on the glasses. There were no eyes behind them.

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

"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."

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

The small head jerked up. The light glinted on the glasses. There were no eyes behind them.

"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?"

I poked at the paper with a pencil to keep it burning. She came slowly, step by step, to the desk and her eyes were fixed on the little smoldering heap of torn prints.

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

"Leila told me she told him," I said. "If necessary Leila would tell the world she told him. Just as she would tell the world she killed Steelgrave-if that was the only way out. Leila is a sort of free-and-easy Hollywood babe that doesn't have very good morals. But when it comes to bedrock guts-she has what it takes. She's not the icepick type. And she's not the blood-money type."

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

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

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