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going through Rose. I wasn't surprised when he called. I suppose I was relieved. It was late
afternoon and we were sitting inside his office. He was old enough to be my fatherone of those
men whose homeliness in youth is gradually transformed by age into a monument of character.
Ethridge had a Winston Churchill face that belonged in Parliament or a cigar smoke-filled drawing
room. We had always gotten along extremely well.
A publicity stunt? You think it likely anybody's going to believe thatKay?”
the attorney general asked as he absently fingered the rose-gold watch chain looped over his vest.

I get the feeling you don't believe me I said.
His response was to reach for a fat black Mont Blanc fountain pen and slowly unscrew the cap.
I don't suppose anyone will get the chance to believe or disbelieve me I added lamely. My
suspicions aren't founded on anything concreteTom. I make an accusation of this nature to counter
what Sparacino's doing and he's going to have all the more fun.”
You're feeling very isolatedaren't youKay?”

Yes. Because I amTom.”
Situations like this have a way of taking on a life of their own he mused. Problem's going to be
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