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, Willis.'
     
    'Not to look, to live. To stay.'
     
    'Why?'
     
    'There's no cops there.'
     
    Younger said, 'You don't figure to skip, do you?'
     
    'And leave it all for you?'
     
    It was the right thing to say. Younger nodded and said, 'All right, then. We'll go back together. I'll tell you one thing, I don't think it's in the house. I been through that house, and I don't think it's there. I didn't dig in the cellar, but I looked around there and I didn't see any sign
he'd
been digging, and I would have. He hid it good, the old bastard.' Younger shook his head, and then smiled. 'But we'll find it, won't we?'
     
    'Sure.'
     
    It made Younger happy to think so. 'Come on,' he said. 'Let's go talk to Regan.'
     
     
THREE
     
    SITTING in front of the desk, Parker smoked a cigarette and waited for Regan to come back. Behind him, Younger paced back and forth, back and forth, puffing on a cigar and muttering to himself. They were in the hotel manager's office; Regan had commandeered it for his interviews. He had phoned the manager from Parker's room and then had escorted Parker and Younger down in the elevator. It was clear he didn't have any use for Younger; he treated Younger with the curt, polite contempt of a professional forced to deal with an incompetent in the same profession. It was also clear he didn't yet know what to make of Parker, and was waiting to learn more.
     
    Once in the manager's office, Regan remembered something else he had to do, excused himself, and left Younger and Parker alone. Parker said to Younger, 'Could this place be bugged?'
     
    'What? Of course not.'
     
    Parker shook his head. He couldn't figure out what Regan was up to. He had to know Parker and Younger had already talked together in the hall, and he had to know they'd arrived at the room together in the first place. So what was Regan up to?
     
    Given his choice, Parker would have sided with Regan against Younger rather than the other way around. Given his choice, Parker would have picked almost anyone for a partner instead of Younger; even Tiftus. But he didn't have a choice, so he had to do the best he could with what he had.
     
    He said, 'Don't talk too much when he's asking me questions. Let me answer myself.'
     
    'You don't have to worry about me,' Younger said. He was offended.
     
    'Yes I do. You don't talk unless Regan asks you a direct question, and then all you do is answer it.'
     
    'I'll take care of myself, Willis. You just take care of you.' Younger was really hot under the collar. He stalked back and forth and blew cigar smoke everywhere.
     
    Parker stopped. He didn't want Younger lousing things up for spite, and he was just dumb enough to do it if he was pushed hard enough.
     
    Regan came back in, finally, and said, 'Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Willis. Willis, isn't it?'
     
    'Yes, Willis. Charles Willis.'
     
    'Of course. Abner, sit down, why don't you?' Regan went around behind the manager's desk and sat down there like a man about to get caught up on his work. 'Could I see some identification, Mr. Willis? Just for the record.'
     
    Parker got out his wallet and put it, open, on the desk. 'Everything in there,' he said. 'Go on through it.'
     
    'Ah, thank you, that won't be necessary.' Regan smiled briefly and politely at the wallet, and said to Younger, 'I'm having one of my stenographers in, so you won't have to call yours. I'll send you a copy, of course.'
     
    Parker looked at Younger, and saw that Younger hadn't thought about a stenographer at all, that Regan had just gone out of his way to insult Younger, and that Younger had caught the insult in the mid-section. But Younger didn't say anything, not a word.
     
    Regan turned to Parker and said, 'As I understand it, you and Mr. Tiftus were in business together.'
     
    Parker shook his head. 'Not me. You've got that wrong.'
     
    'I do?' Regan reached out and patted Parker's wallet, offhandedly, the way another man might doodle. 'That was my