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priest on Wildenwooly. By that time, I'd quit buying jerries because I wanted to reserve all my money for
the search. That's why I'm so old-looking now. I was afraid I'd die before you were found. But, thank
God, I did find you.
You've taken all these years to find me? he said. Mrs. Fratt, what kind of men did you hire to
look for me?
Raphael Abdu conducted the search for me. Don't you say anything against him, you
evil-tongued monster! He's a good and faithful man; he's been working tirelessly for me too long. I know
him and trust him.
So that now, when he's bled you of your money and there's no more coming, he conveniently
discovers me? the priest said. Well, give him credit for that. At least, he didn't just drop the whole thing.
He did give you something for keeping him in what I imagine was a good-paying job for twenty-eight or
twenty-nine years. Ah, thou good and faithful servant!
Should I shut his mouth, Mrs. Fratt? Abdu said. I could knock his teeth out. It'd be a good
starter.
No, let him talk. I don't care what he says; he can't change my mind.
Mrs. Fratt, Abdu could have found me easily any time after I left this planet. I was in Johns
Hopkins for a year. The police knew where I was, and my Church had no reason to hide my identity or
location. Abdu's taken you for a sucker.
You're a slippery one, she said. You escaped the first man Abdu sent after you, and you've made
it difficult for us to catch you. But you're here now, and nothing anyone can do is going to get you out of
this.
Carmody, despite the mausoleum coolness of the room, was sweating.
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Mrs. Fratt, he said without any inflection of the desperation he felt, I can understand why you
want revenge on me. I partly understand, anyway, although after all these years and the fact that I am no
longer the man you knew. . . Still, I cannot understand or forgive you for having murdered an innocent
woman, my wife!
She clutched the arms of the chair. What? What are you talking about?
You know damn well what I'm talking about! he said harshly. You had my Anna murdered! And
when you did that, you became as guilty and as foul as that John Carmody you hate so much. You are as
wicked as he was, and you have no right to talk of justice or retribution!
What do you mean? she shrilled, turning her blind head toward Abdu and then back to
Carmody. What's this about your wife? I didn't even know you had a wife! Murdered, you say?
Murdered?
Abdu spoke smoothly and even managed a chuckle of amuse-ment, but he glared at Carmody. I
told you you have to be careful of him, Mrs. Fratt. He's slick as Satan himself. He's just saying that about
his wife to throw you off the track, to confuse you. And to implant suspicions about me in your mind. His
wife's all right. I saw her kiss him good-bye just before he left Wildenwooly.
Mrs. Fratt's expression was angry. You liar, Carmody! Would you say anything to save your
own skin?
I am telling the truth! Carmody said. My wife was killed by a bomb. And shortly after she died, I
got a phone call from a man wearing a mask. He said that you were responsible for Anna's murder!
You lie!
Then perhaps you can explain another thing. If you wanted me alive, why did your men try to kill
me outside the house of an old friend of mine, here in Rak?
She became even paler; her mouth worked soundlessly.
In your hatred for me, you not only had my wife killed, you caused the death of an innocent man,
one who had nothing to do with me except that he happened to drive the taxi that took me out to Mrs.
Kri's. He was killed by the bomb meant for me.
He's lying again, Abdu shouted savagely. He'll say any-thing to put off the inevitable, the justified
inevitable, I'll swear.
Mrs. Fratt reached out, touched Abdu, slid her hand along him, and gripped his hand. You didn't
do all these terrible things, did you? You didn't kill his wife and that man, did you? Or try to kill Carmody
and rob me of him?
I'm telling you the truth, Mrs. Fratt. I think you'd better quit listening to him. He could talk a
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