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ave left the bed and got to the bathroom door at the other side of the room without being aware of it。 My mind was pletely empty； and rested； there were no dreams in it at all； though there often are when I get up。 That was all there was to it that night； I undressed and went to bed and after a while went back to sleep； but in the morning； when I read the news of Moore's death in the paper…of course it was an electrifying experience for me…my mind was suddenly occupied； pletely dominated； by the impression that I had killed him。 I think one little circumstance was a major factor in the birth of the impression： the circumstance that the car that killed him had been found parked on Ninety…fifth Street； just one block from where I lived。〃
〃Think again； Mr。 Frenkel。 The car wasn't found until nearly noon； so it couldn't have been in the morning paper。〃
〃What！〃 He was disconcerted。 〃Are you sure of that？〃
〃Positive。〃
〃That's strange。〃 He shook his head。 〃That shows what a mind can do with itself。 I clearly remember that the impression was with me that morning when I went to work； so the detail of where the car was found must have e later and only made the impression deeper and stronger。 Anyhow； that was when it started； and I've had it ever since； and I want to get rid of it。〃
〃I don't blame you；〃 I assured him。 〃That first time you went to sleep； when you were exhausted with conceptions and your head ached； what time was it？〃
〃It was around nine o'clock。 Naturally I've considered that。 I can't determine it very exactly； but it couldn't have been far from nine one way or the other。〃
〃Did you know where Moore was that evening？ Or where you might expect to find him？〃
〃No。〃 He hesitated。 〃I knew…〃 He left it hanging。
I nudged。 〃Let's have it。〃
〃I knew where I surmised he was； or might be。 No； that's not right。 I knew whom I surmised he might be with； and that's all。 I prefer not to mention names。〃
〃When you woke up by the bathroom door； how were you dressed？〃
〃As usual。 As I had been when I lay down。 Suit； shoes…fully dressed。〃
〃No hat or overcoat？〃
〃My God； no。 That would have removed any doubt； wouldn't it？〃
〃Well； a couple of layers。 Any other indications…dirty hands or any thing？〃
〃No。 Nothing。〃
〃Have you ever mentioned this to anyone； your impression that you killed Moore？〃
〃Never。 When the police were investigating； soon after it happened； a detective called on me and asked if I had been out for a walk late that night and had noticed anyone parking a car on Ninety…fifth Street。
Of course that meant they were interested in me because I lived only a block away。 He also asked about certain…about my relations with Moore。 I told him frankly that I hated Moore。〃
〃But you didn't tell him about your impression？〃
〃No； why should I？〃
〃You shouldn't。 Why are you telling me？〃
Frenkel hunched his shoulders together。 His eyes were no longer probing me； now they left me entirely； going down until they reached the floor。 He seemed to be getting forlorn； and I hoped he didn't have another headache ing on。 I waited for him to lift his eyes again； which he eventually did。
〃It's very difficult；〃 he said in a grieved tone。 〃It may sound foolish； but when I learned that you are investigating Moore's murder I had a kind of vague hope that if I told you about it you might be able to check up on it…you're a detective and would know how to do it…perhaps by questioning the landlady and other people there you could establish the fact that I didn't leave my room that evening。〃 He looked uncertain。 〃Or perhaps you could relieve my mind。 Maybe I haven't made it plain what terrible pressure I've been under。 Perhaps you could tell me whether Mr。 Naylor has mentioned any names in connection with this…with that irresponsible report he sent to Mr。 Pine。 Specifically； has he mentioned mine？〃
I was no longer bored； but if any gleam showed in my eyes it was against orders。 〃Well；〃 I said offhand； 〃a lot of names have been mentioned of course。 Have you any reason to suppose that Mr。 Naylor might single you out？〃
〃No good reason； no。 It's like this； Mr。 Truett。〃 He leaned forward； and apparently he had got his second wind； for he was probing again。 〃This impression that I killed a man has been the dominating element of my whole mental process for nearly four months。 It is vital to me； absolutely vital； that I either validate it or destroy it with as little delay as possible。 I need to know； and I have a right to know； if anyone else has the same impression； and if so for what reason and with what justification。 It can't be the same reason as mine； for no one on earth； except you now that I've told you； knows what happened to me in my room that evening。 So I ask if Mr。 Naylor has mentioned my name。 If he has； and if your telling me so is not regarded as in confidence； I would like to go to him…〃
The door opened and Kerr Naylor was in the room。
In spite of Ben Frenkel's distress and SOS appeal I had sprouted no germ of brotherly feeling for him； or if I had； it had wilted fast at the suspicion that what he chiefly wanted was to pump me。 But the sight of Naylor's neat little colorless face and glittery colorless eyes aroused my protective instinct； not only in behalf of Frenkel； but of the whole stock department。 As Frenkel saw who the newer was and arose； nearly knocking his chair over in his haste； I told Naylor casually：
〃Hello； I haven't seen you today。 I've been discussing the personnel of his section with Mr。 Frenkel。 I think…〃
〃He isn't the head of the section；〃 Naylor snapped。
〃Yeah； but I often find in my personnel work that you get more from an assistant than you do from a head。 Did you want something？〃
〃You can finish with Frenkel later。〃
〃Sure；〃 I said agreeably； 〃but about one point that came up； I got the impression that he wanted to ask you about it。 That right； Mr。 Frenkel？〃
It didn't seem to be since he was edging toward the door。 He had not gone wholly inarticulate； but his rumble had degenerated to a mumble； something about the outgoing mail waiting for him； and he was gone。 He left the door standing open。 Kerr Naylor went and closed it； came to the chair his underling had just vacated； and sat down。
〃You've got them jumping through hoops；〃 I said in admiring awe。 〃Even big ones like Frenkel； who could do a major operation on you with one hand。〃
Naylor smiled his two…cent smile。 〃He would like to； Frenkel would。〃
〃Why； any particular reason？〃
〃No； except that he thinks I prevented his promotion in January。〃 Naylor pulled a pamphlet from his side pocket。 〃I came across this in a drawer of my desk and thought you might like to read it。〃
I took it。 The title on the cover was PROTEINS AND ENZYMES。 〃Did you say read it or eat it？〃 I inquired。
Having no sense of humor； he ignored that。 It seemed that he had paid me a visit expressly to give me the pamphlet and discuss its thesis…or rather； to give me a lecture on it。 It was all at the tip of his tongue； and he reeled it off as if I had paid to get in and was dying to hear about it。
I did hear a word here and the