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o or three trembling steps of retreat and it could go no further。
Marty waited； hoping to God he wouldn't have to strike a second time。 As he watched the body seemed to deflate。 The swell of its chest； the remnants of its head； the organs hanging in the vault of its torso all collapsed into an abstraction； one part indistinguishable from the next。 He closed the door on it； and dropped the blooded weapon at his side。
Whitehead had taken refuge across the room。 His face was as gray as Bella's body。
〃How did he do this？〃 Marty said。 〃How is it possible？〃 〃He has power；〃 Whitehead stated。 It was as simple as that； apparently。 〃He can steal life； and he can give it。〃 Marty dug in his pocket for the linen handkerchief he'd bought specially for this night of dining and conversation。 Shaking it out； its edges pristine； he wiped his face。 The handkerchief came away dirtied with specks of rot。 He felt as empty as the sac in the hall outside。
〃You asked me once if I believed in Hell；〃 he said。 〃Do you remember？〃 〃Yes。〃 〃Is that what you think Mamoulian is？ Something〃…he wanted to laugh…〃something from Hell？〃 〃I've considered the possibility。 Brut I'm not by nature a supernaturalist。 Heaven and Hell。 All that paraphernalia。 My system revolts at it。〃 〃If not devils； what？〃 〃Is it so important？〃 Marty wiped his sweaty palms on his trousers。 He felt contaminated by this obscenity。 It would take a long time to wash the horror out； if he ever could。 He'd made the error of digging too deep； and the story he'd heard…that and the dog at the door…were the consequence。
〃You look sick；〃 Whitehead said。
〃I never thought 。 。 。〃 〃What？ That the dead can get up and walk？ Oh； Marty； I took you for a Christian； despite your protestations。〃 〃I'm getting out；〃 Marty said。 〃Both of us。〃 〃Both？〃 〃Carys and me。 We'll go away。 From him。 From you。〃 〃Poor Marty。 You're more bovine than I thought you were。 You won't see her again。〃 〃Why not？〃 〃She's with him； damn you！ Didn't it occur to you？ She went with him！〃 So that had been the unthinkable solution to her abrupt vanishing trick。 〃Willingly； of course。〃 〃No。〃 〃Oh； yes； Marty。 He had a claim on her from the beginning。 He rocked her in his arms when she was barely born。 Who knows what kind of influence he has。 I won her back； of course； for a while。〃 He sighed。 〃I made her love me。〃 〃She wanted to be away from you。〃 〃Never。 She's my daughter； Strauss。 She's as manipulative as I am。 Anything between you and her was purely a marriage of her convenience。〃 〃You're a fucking bastard。〃 〃That's a given； Marty。 I'm a monster； I concede the point。〃 He threw up his hands； palms out； innocent of everything but guilt。
〃I thought you said she loved you。 Still she went。〃 〃I told you： she's my daughter。 She thinks the way I do。 She went with him to learn how to use her powers。 I did the same； remember？〃 This line of argument； even from vermin like Whitehead； made a kind of sense。 Beneath her strange conversation hadn't there always lurked a contempt for Marty and the old man alike； contempt earned by their inability to sum her up？ Given the opportunity； wouldn't Carys go dance with the Devil if she felt she'd understand more of herself by doing so？
〃Don't concern yourself with her；〃 Whitehead said。 〃Forget her； she's gone。〃 Marty tried to hold on to the image of her face； but it was deteriorating。 He was suddenly very tired； exhausted to his bones。
〃Get some rest； Marty。 Tomorrow we can bury the whore together。〃 〃I'm not getting involved in this。〃 〃I told you once； didn't I； if you stayed with me； there was nowhere I couldn't take you。 It's more true now than ever。 You know Toy's dead。〃 〃When？ How？〃 〃I didn't ask the details。 The point is； he's gone。 There's only you and I now。〃 〃You made a fool out of me。〃 Whitehead's face was a portrait of persuasion。 〃An error of taste；〃 he said。 〃Forgive me。〃 〃Too late。〃 〃I don't want you to leave me； Marty。 I won't let you leave me！ You hear？〃 His finger jabbed the air。 〃You came here to help me！ What have you done？ Nothing！ Nothing！〃 Blandishment had turned into accusations of betrayal in mere seconds。 One moment tears； the next curses； and behind it all； the same terror of being left alone。 Marty watched the old man's trembling hands fist and unfist。
〃Please 。 。 。〃 he appealed； 〃。 。 。 don't leave me。〃 〃I want you to finish the story。〃 〃Good boy。〃 〃Everything； you understand me。 Everything。〃 〃What more is there to tell？〃 Whitehead said。 〃I became rich。 I had entered one of the fastest…growing postwar markets： pharmaceuticals。 Within half a decade I was up there with the world leaders。〃 He smiled to himself。 〃What's more； there was very little illegality in the way I made my fortune。 Unlike many； I played by the rules。〃 〃And Mamoulian？ Did he help you？〃 〃He taught me not to agonize over the moral issues。〃 〃And what did he want in return？〃 Whitehead narrowed his eyes。 〃You're not so stupid； are you？〃 he said appreciatively。 〃You manage to get right to the hurt when it suits you。〃 〃It's an obvious question。 You'd made a deal with him。〃 〃No！〃 Whitehead interrupted； face set。 〃I made no deal； not in the way you mean it anyway。 There was； perhaps； a gentleman's agreement； but that's long past。 He's had all he's getting from me。〃 〃Which was？〃 〃To live through me；〃 Whitehead replied。
〃Explain；〃 Marty said； 〃I don't understand。〃 〃He wanted life； like any other man。 He had appetites。 And he satisfied them through me。 Don't ask me how。 I don't understand myself。 But sometimes I could feel him at the back of my eyes 。 。 。〃 〃And you let him？〃 〃At first I didn't even know what he was doing： I had other calls on my attention。 I was getting richer by the hour； it seemed。 I had houses； land； art； women。 It was easy to forget that he was always there； watching； living by proxy。
〃Then in 1959 I married Evangeline。 We had a wedding that would have shamed royalty： it was written up in newspapers from here to Hong Kong。 Wealth and Influence marries Intelligence and Beauty： it was the ideal match。 It crowned my happiness； it really did。〃 〃You were in love。〃 〃It was impossible not to love Evangeline。 I think〃…he sounded surprised as he spoke…〃I think she even loved me。〃 〃What did she make of Mamoulian？〃 〃Ah； there's the rub；〃 he said。 〃She loathed him from the start。 She said he was too puritanical； that his presence made her feel perpetually guilty。 And she was right。 He loathed the body； its functions disgusted him。 But he couldn't be free of it； or its appetites。 That was a torment to him。 And as time went by that streak of self…hatred worsened。〃 〃Because of her？〃 〃I don't know。 Perhaps。 Now I think back； he probably wanted her； the way he'd wanted beauties in the past。 And of course she despised him； right from the beginning。 Once she was mistress of the house this war of nerves just escalated。 Eventually she told me to get rid of him。 This was just after Carys was born。 She said she didn't like him handling the baby…which he seemed to like to do。 She just didn't want him in the house。 I'd known him two decades by now…he'd lived in my house； he'd shared my life…and I realized I knew nothing about him。 He was still the mythical card…player I'd met in Wa