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           "They’reheretoo,though.They’llwatchthisdoor."

           "Can’tyougiveawrongname?"

           "Nochance.Iregisteredundermyownname;besides,they’dtrailtheautolicensenumber."

           "Sayyou’remarried."

           "Jillsaysoneofthehousedetectivesknowsher."

           Thegirlhadstolentothebedandtumbleduponit;laytherelisteningwretchedlytotheknockingwhichhadgrowngraduallytoapounding.Thencameaman’svoice,angryandimperative:

           "Openuporwe’llbreakthedoorin!"

           InthesilencewhenthisvoiceceasedAmoryrealizedthattherewereotherthingsintheroombesidespeople...overandaroundthefigurecrouchedonthebedtherehunganaura,gossamerasamoonbeam,taintedasstale,weakwine,yetahorror,diffusivelybroodingalreadyoverthethreeofthem...andoverbythewindowamongthestirringcurtainsstoodsomethingelse,featurelessandindistinguishable,yetstrangelyfamiliar....SimultaneouslytwogreatcasespresentedthemselvessidebysidetoAmory;allthattookplaceinhismind,then,occupiedinactualtimelessthantenseconds.

           Thefirstfactthatflashedradiantlyonhiscomprehensionwasthegreatimpersonalityofsacrifice—heperceivedthatwhatwecallloveandhate,rewardandpunishment,hadnomoretodowithitthanthedateofthemonth.