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ecision to leave. He pushed
me out of his way and started for the door. I could have let it go
at thatbut I didn’t. I was just getting warmed upand I didn’t
want my inspiration to be wasted. I went back to where Fay-
away was sitting and put a few hundred francs on the table. She
feigned a pout in response. “C’est mon frère” I said. “Il est
fou. Je dois le poursuivre.” And thenas she reached for the
moneyI blew her a kissturned aroundand left.
Stillman was twenty or thirty yards ahead of mewalking
quickly down the street. I kept pace with himhanging back to
avoid being noticedbut not letting him move out of sight.
Every now and then he looked back over his shoulderas
though expecting me to be therebut I don’t think he saw me
until we were well out of the neighborhoodaway from the
crowds and commotionslicing through the quietdarkened
core of the Right Bank. The encounter had spooked himand
he behaved like a man running for his life. But that was not dif-
?cult to understand. I was the thing we all fear most: the bel-
ligerent stranger who steps out from the shadowsthe knife that
stabs us in the backthe speeding car that crushes us to death.
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