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our home number？〃
〃No。〃
〃Do you know how you caught me； Will？〃
〃Good…bye； Dr。 Lecter。 You can leave messages for me at the number on the file。〃 Graham walked away。
〃Do you know how you caught me？〃
Graham was out of Lecter's sight now； and he walked faster toward the far steel door。
〃The reason you caught me is that we're just alike〃 was the last thing Graham heard as the steel door closed behind him。
He was numb except for dreading the loss of numbness。 Walking with his head down； speaking to no one； he could hear his blood like a hollow drumming of wings。 It seemed a very short distance to the outside。 This was only a building； there were only five doors between Lecter and the outside。 He had the absurd feeling that Leeter had walked out with him。 He stopped outside the entrance and looked around him； assuring himself that he was alone。
From a car across the street； his long lens propped on the window sill； Freddy Lounds got a nice profile shot of Graham in the doorway and the words in stone above him： 〃Chesapeake State Hospital for the Criminally Insane。〃
As it turned out； The National Tattler cropped the picture to just Graham's face and the last two words in the stone。
CHAPTER 8
Dr。 Hannibal Lecter lay on his cot with the cell lights down after Graham left him。 Several hours passed。
For a while he had textures； the weave of the pillowcase against his hands clasped behind his head； the smooth membrane that lined his cheek。
Then he had odors and let his mind play over them。 Some were real； some were not。 They had put Clorox in the drains； semen。 They were serving chili down the hall； sweat…shifened khaki。 Graham would not give him his home telephone number； the bitter green smell of cut cocklebur and teaweed。
Lecter sat up。 The man might have been civil。 His thoughts had the warm brass smell of an electric clock。
Lecter blinked several times； and his eyebrows rose。 He turned up the lights and wrote a note to Chilton asking for a telephone to call his counsel。
Lecter was entitled by law to speak with his lawyer in privacy and he hadn't abused the right。 Since Chilton would never allow him to go to the telephone； the telephone was brought to him。
Two guards brought it； unrolling a long cord from the telephone jack at their desk。 One of the guards had the keys。 The other held a can of Mace。
〃Go to the back of the cell； Dr。 Lecter。 Face the wall。 If you turn around or approach the barrier before you hear the lock snap； I'll Mace you in the face。 Understand？〃
〃Yes indeed；〃 Lecter said。 〃Thank you so much for bringing the telephone。〃
He had to reach through the nylon net to dial。 Chicago information gave him numbers for the University of Chicago Department of Psychiatry and Dr。 Alan Bloom's office number。 He dialed the psychiatry department switchboard。
〃I'm trying to reach Dr。 Alan Bloom。〃
〃I'm not sure he's in today； but I'll connect you。〃
〃Just a second； I'm supposed to know his secretary's name and I'm embarrassed to say I've forgotten it。〃
〃Linda King。 Just a moment。〃
〃Thank you。〃
The telephone rang eight times before it was picked up。
〃Linda King's desk。〃
〃Hi； Linda？〃
〃Linda doesn't e in on Saturday。〃
Dr。 Lecter had counted on that。 〃Maybe you could help me； if you don't mind。 This is Bob Greer at Blame and Edwards Publishing pany。 Dr。 Bloom asked me to send a copy of the Overholser book； The Psychiatrist and the Law； to Will Graham； and Linda was supposed to send me the address and phone number； but she never did。〃
〃I'm just a graduate assistant； she'll be in on Mon…〃
〃I have to catch Federal Express with it in about five minutes； and I hate to bother Dr。 Bloom about it at home because he told Linda to send it and I don't want to get her in hot water。 It's right there in her Rolodex or whatever。 I'll dance at your wedding if you'll read it to me。〃
〃She doesn't have a Rolodex。〃
〃How about a Call Caddy with the slide on the side？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Be a darling and slide that rascal and I won't take up any more of your time。〃
〃What was the name？〃
〃Graham。 Will Graham。〃
〃All right； his home number is 305 JL5…7002。〃
〃I'm supposed to mail it to his house。〃
〃It doesn't give the address of his house。〃
〃What does it have？〃
〃Federal Bureau of Investigation； Tenth and Pennsylvania； Washington； D。C。 Oh； and Post Office Box 3680； Marathon； Florida。〃
〃That's fine； you're an angel。〃
〃You're wele。〃
Lecter felt much better。 He thought he might surprise Graham with a call sometime； or if the man couldn't be civil； he might have a hospital…supply house mail Graham a colostomy bag for old times' sake。
CHAPTER 9
Seven hundred miles to the southwest； in the cafeteria at Gateway Film Laboratory of St。 Louis； Francis Dolarhyde was waiting for a hamburger。 The entrées offered in the steam table were filmed over。 He stood beside the cash register and sipped coffee from a paper cup。
A red…haired young woman wearing a laboratory smock came into the cafeteria and studied the candy machine。 She looked at Francis Dolarhyde's back several times and pursed her lips。 Finally she walked over to him and said； 〃Mr。 D。？〃
Dolarhyde turned。 He always wore red goggles outside the darkroom。 She kept her eyes on the nosepiece of the goggles。
〃Will you sit down with me a minute？ I want to tell you some thing。〃
〃What can you tell me； Eileen？〃
〃That I'm really sorry。 Bob was just really drunk and； you know； clowning around。 He didn't mean anything。 Please e sit down。 Just for a minute。 Will you do that？〃
〃Mmmm…hmmm。〃 Dolarhyde never said 〃yes；〃 as he had trouble with the sibilant /s/。
They sat。 She twisted a napkin in her hands。
〃Everybody was having a good time at the party and we were glad you came by；〃 she said。 〃Real glad； and surprised； too。 You know how Bob is； he does voices all the time … he ought to be on the radio。 He did two or three accents； telling jokes and all … he can talk just like a Negro。 When he did that other voice； he didn't mean to make you feel bad。 He was too drunk to know who was there。〃
〃They were all laughing and then they 。 。 。 didn't laugh。〃 Dolarhyde never said 〃stopped〃 because of the fricative /s/。
〃That's when Bob realized what he had done。〃
〃He went on； though。〃
〃I know it；〃 she said； managing to look from her napkin to his goggles without lingering on the way。 〃I got on his case about it； too。 He said he didn't mean anything； he just saw he was into it and tried to keep up the joke。 You saw how red his face got。〃
〃He invited me to 。 。 。 perform a duet with him。〃
〃He hugged you and tried to put his arm around you。 He wanted you to laugh it off； Mr。 D。〃
〃I've laughed it off； Eileen。〃
〃Bob feels terrible。〃
〃Well； I don't want him to feel terrible。 I don't want that。 Tell him for me。 And it won't make it any different here at the plant。 Golly； if I had talent like Bob I'd make jo 。 。 。 a joke all the time。〃 Dolarhyde avoided plurals whenever he could。 〃We'll all get together before long and he'll know how I feel。〃
〃Good； Mr。 D。 You know he's really； under all the fun； he's a sensitive guy。〃
〃I'll bet。 Tender； I imagine。〃 Dolarhyde'