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ss seidel by its handleand except for their breathing there was no sound in the room。 No sound came in from the bar…room on the other side of the thin door； the rattling of glasses nor the hum of talk nor the splash of water。
When quite two minutes had passed Ned Beaumont took his hand away from the seidel and turned his back to Madvig。 Nothing changed in Ned Beaumont's face except that his eyes； when no longer focused on Madvig's； became hard and cold instead of angrily glaring。 He took an unhurried step towards the door。
Madvig spoke hoarsely from deep down in him。 〃Ned。〃
Ned Beaumont halted。 His face became paler。 He did not turn around。
Madvig said： 〃You crazy son of a bitch。〃
Then Ned Beaumont turned around； slowly。
Madvig put out an open hand and pushed Ned Beaumont's face sidewise； shoving him off balance so he had to put a foot out quickly to that side and put a hand on one of the chairs at the table。
Madvig said： 〃I ought to knock hell out of you。〃
Ned Beaumont grinned sheepishly and sat down on the chair he had staggered against。 Madvig sat down facing him and knocked on the top of the table with his seidel
The bar…tender opened the door and put his head in。
〃More beer；〃 Madvig said。
From the bar…room； through the open door； came the sound of men talking and the sound of glasses rattling against glasses and against wood。
IV。The Dog House
1
Ned Beaumont； at breakfast in bed； called； 〃e in；〃 and then； when the outer door had opened and closed： 〃Yes？〃
A low…pitched rasping voice in the living…room asked： 〃Where are you； Ned？〃 Before Ned Beaumont could reply the rasping voice's owner had e to the bedroom…door and was saying： 〃Pretty soft for you。〃 He was a sturdy young man with a square…cut sallow face； a wide thick…lipped mouth； from a corner of which a cigarette dangled； and merry dark squinting eyes。
〃'Lo； Whisky；〃 Ned Beaumont said to him。 〃Treat yourself to a chair。〃
Whisky looked around the room。 〃Pretty good dump you've got here；〃 he said。 He removed the cigarette from his lips and； without turning his head； used the cigarette to point over his shoulder at the living…room behind him。 〃What's all the keysters for？ Moving out？〃
Ned Beaumont thoroughly chew…ed and swallowed the scrambled eggs in his mouth before replying： 〃Thinking of it。〃
Whisky said； 〃Yes？〃 while moving towards a chair that faced the bed。 He sat down。 〃Where to？〃
〃New York maybe。〃
〃What do you mean maybe？〃
Ned Beaumont said： 〃Well； I've got a ducat that reads to there； any way。〃
Whisky knocked cigarette…ash on the floor and returned the cigarette to the left side of his mouth。 He snuffled。 〃How long you going to be gone？〃
Ned Beaumont held a coffee…cup half…way between the tray and his mouth。 He looked thoughtfully over it at the sallow young man。 Finally he said； 〃It's a one…way ticket；〃 and drank。
Whisky squinted at Ned Beaumont now until one of his dark eyes was entirely shut and the other was no more than a thin black gleam。 He took the cigarette from his mouth and knocked more ash on the floor。 His rasping voice held a persuasive note。 〃Why don't you see Shad before you go？〃 he suggested。
Ned Beaumont put his cup down and smiled。 He said： 〃Shad and I aren't good enough friends that his feelings'lI be hurt if I go away without saying good…by。〃
Whisky said： 〃That ain't ti…me point。〃
Ned Beaumont moved the tray from his lap to the bedside…table。 He turned on his side； propping himself up on an elbow on the pillows。 He pulled the bed…clothes higher up over his chest。 Then he asked： 〃What is the point？〃
〃The point is you and Shad ought to be able to do business together。〃
Ned Beaumont shook his head。 〃I don't think so。〃
〃Can't you be wrong？〃 Whisky demanded。
〃Sure；〃 the man in bed confessed。 〃Once back in 1912 I was。 I forget what it was about。〃
Whisky rose to mash his cigarette in one of the dishes on the tray。 Standing beside the bed； close to the table； he said： 〃Why don't you try it； Ned？〃
Ned Beaumont frowned。 〃Looks like a waste of time； Whisky。 I don't think Shad and I could get along together。〃
Whisky sucked a tooth noisily。 The downward curve of his thick lips gave the noise a scornful cast。 〃SI…mad thinks you could；〃 he said。
Ned Beaumont opened his eyes。 〃Yes？〃 he asked。 〃He sent you here？〃
〃Hell； yes；〃 Whisky said。 〃You don't think I'd be here talking like this if he hadn't。〃
Ned Beaumont narrowed his eyes again and asked： 〃Why？〃
〃Because he thought him and you could do business together。〃
〃I mean；〃 Ned Beaumont explained； 〃why did he think I'd want to do business with him？〃
Whisky made a disgusted face。 〃Are you trying to kid me； Ned？〃 he asked。
〃No。〃
〃Well； for the love of Christ； don't you think everybody in town knows about you and Paul having it out at Pip Carson's yesterday？〃
Ned Beaumont nodded。 〃So that's it；〃 he said softly； as if to himself。
〃That's it；〃 the man with the rasping voice assured him； 〃and Shad happens to know you fell out over thinking Paul hadn't ought to've had Shad's joints smeared。 So you're sitting pretty with Shad now if you use your head。〃
Ned Beaumont said thoughtfully： 〃I don't know。 I'd like to get out of here； get back to the big city。〃
〃Use your head；〃 Whisky rasped。 〃The big city'll still be there after election。 Stick around。 You know Shad's dough…heavy and's putting it out in chunks to beat Madvig。 Stick around and get yourself a slice of it。〃
〃Well；〃 Ned Beaumont said slowly； 〃it wouldn't hurt to talk it over with him。〃
〃You're damned right it wouldn't；〃 Whisky said heartily。 〃Pin your diapers on and we'll go now。〃
Ned Beaumont said； 〃Right；〃 and got out of bed。
2
Shad O'Rory rose and bowed。 〃Glad to see you； Beaumont；〃 he said。 〃Drop your hat and coat anywhere。〃 He did not offer to shake hands。
Ned Beaumont said； 〃Good morning；〃 and began to take off his overcoat。
Whisky； in the doorway； said： 〃Well； I'll be seeing you guys later。〃
O'Rory said； 〃Yes； do；〃 and Whisky； drawing the door shut as he backed out； left them。
Ned Beaumont dropped his overcoat on the arm of a sofa； put his hat on the overcoat； and sat down beside them。 He looked without curiosity at O'Rory。
O'Rory had returned to his chair； a deeply padded squat affair of dull wine and gold。 He crossed his knees and put his hands togethertips of fingers and thumbs touchingatop his uppermost knee。 He let his finely sculptured head sink down towards his chest so that his grey…blue eyes looked upward under his brows at Ned Beaumont。 He said； in his pleasantly modulated Irish voice： 〃I owe you something for trying to talk Paul out of〃
〃You don't；〃 Ned Beaumont said。
O'Rory asked： 〃I don't？〃
〃No。 I was with him then。 What I told him was for his own good。 I thought he was making a bad play。〃
O'Rory smiled gently。 〃And he'll know it before he's through；〃 he said。
Silence was between them awhile then。 O'Rory sat half…buried in his chair smiling at Ned Beaumont。 Ned Beaumont sat on the sofa looking； with eves that gave no indication of what he thought； at O'Rory。
The silence was broken by O'Rory asking： 〃How much did Whisky tell yo