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I came out of the wickyup and knew I was alone. When the waitress had gone to get the sundaes, little Gus looked at me. There was a terrible shriek, of tortured metal, of an express train rippingthe air with its passage, of a hundred smal Did Dad kill Tom Golden?” “ Use the needle and I’ ll tell you.

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