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Dortmunder looked at Kelp。 〃A vet？〃
〃It's all I could find；〃 Kelp insisted。 〃You go look。〃
〃No；〃 Dortmunder said。 〃It's okay。 Stan； you and your Mom ride up front。 The rest of us'll get in back。 And Stan？〃
〃Mm？〃
〃Just get us to the city； okay？〃
〃Sure；〃 Murch said。 〃Why not？〃
Kelp opened the rear doors of the van； and they started to climb in。 Wistfully May said； 〃And we were going back in a Country Squire。 I was really looking forward to that。〃
Most of the interior was taken up by a large cage。 They had to get into the cage； there being no place else to sit down； and try to get fortable on the crisscross metal bars of the cage floor。 Jimmy sat on his Air France bag； May sat on the suitcase； and Kelp tried sitting on the TV set。 When that didn't work he tried the hibachi； which also didn't work。 Dortmunder； past caring； simply sat down on the floor。
Murch turned and called； 〃All set back there？〃
〃Just wonderful；〃 May said。
Murch started them forward。 The drive wasn't as bumpy as it might have been。
〃Andy；〃 Dortmunder said。
〃Uh huh？〃
〃The next time you have an idea；〃 Dortmunder said； 〃if you e to me with it； I'll bite your nose off。〃
〃Now what？〃 Kelp was aggrieved again。 〃Doggone it； this thing's working out isn't it？ We're making thirty thousand apiece out of it； aren't we？〃
〃I'm just saying；〃 Dortmunder said。
〃I don't see how you can plain。〃
〃I'm plaining anyway；〃 Dortmunder said。 〃And I'm also warning you。〃
〃Boy。 Some people are just never satisfied。〃 May said； 〃What's that smell？〃
〃Dog；〃 Jimmy said。
〃Sick dog；〃 Dortmunder said。
〃I suppose that's my fault； too；〃 Kelp said。 Nobody said anything。
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〃I U S E D to like dogs；〃 May said。 〃In fact； I had one once。〃
〃Lincoln Tunnel ing up；〃 Murch called to them。
〃That's not all that's ing up；〃 May said。
They'd been in this truck for nearly two hours； except for three pauses at rest stops along route 80； when they would all get out and do a lot of breathing。 Dortmunder； whose stiffness wasn't being helped by sitting on a cage floor and leaning his back against a cage wall； would simply stand behind the truck during the rest stops； hanging there like an elm tree struck by the blight； but the others would all walk around； inhaling and limbering up。
〃It'll be over soon；〃 Kelp said； but not with his usual sparkle。 He'd cut out the sparkle about an hour ago； when after one optimistic remark he'd made Dortmunder had given him a flat look and had started thumping his right fist into his left palm。 Now； Kelp too seemed beaten by events； even if only temporarily。
Lincoln Tunnel。 Murch paid the toll； and they drove through； following a slow…moving； belching tractor…trailer bringing…if the back doors could be believed…pork fat to an anxious city。
Out the other side； Murch scooted the van around the tractor…trailer and headed up Dyer Avenue to Forty…second Street； where a red light stopped him。 〃Where to？〃 he called back。
〃Out；〃 Dortmunder said。
Kelp said； 〃Don't we have to let the kid off first？〃
〃That's right；〃 Dortmunder said。
May called to Murch； 〃Stop at Eighth Avenue。 He can take the subway there； up to Central Park West。〃
〃Right。〃
Jimmy had been half dozing； sitting on his Air France bag and leaning back against May's side。 Now she jostled his shoulder； saying； 〃Here we are； Jimmy。 New York。〃
〃Mm？〃 The boy sat up； blinking。 When he stretched； his bones cracked like tree limbs。 〃Boy； what a trip；〃 he said。
Murch drove to Eighth Avenue and stopped。 May gave the boy a token； and Kelp opened the rear door for him。 Carrying his bag； he climbed awkwardly out onto the street。 （In some places this might have caused ment； but at Eighth Avenue and Forty…second Street in New York City a twelve…year…old boy with an Air France bag climbing out of the back of a veterinarian's truck at eight…thirty on a Friday morning was the closest thing to normality that had happened there in six years。）
〃So long； Jimmy；〃 May called； and waved to him。
〃So long； everybody；〃 Jimmy said； waving to them all through the open door of the truck。 〃Don't feel bad；〃 he said； and turned away。
Kelp pulled the door shut； and Murch drove them on。 〃How much farther？〃 he asked。
〃Turn down Seventh；〃 Dortmunder said； 〃and park as soon as you can。〃
Kelp was frowning。 He said； 〃Don't feel bad'？ What did he mean； 'Don't feel bad'？〃
May said； 〃I suppose because we're all separating now。 We kind of got close there； after all； and he did warn us about the police。〃
Kelp continued to frown。 〃It doesn't feel right；〃 he said。
Dortmunder looked at him。 〃What's up？〃
〃The kid said； 'Don't feel bad。' Why would he…？〃
Kelp blinked。 Dortmunder looked at him。 The two of them swiveled their heads and looked at the suitcase May was sitting on。 May said； 〃What's the mat…？〃 Then she too looked down at the suitcase。 〃Oh； no；〃 she said。
〃Oh； no；〃 Kelp said。
〃Open it；〃 Dortmunder said。
Murch； stopping for the red light at Seventh Avenue； called； 〃What's going on back there？〃
They were all on their knees now around the suitcase。 May was releasing the catches。 She was opening it。 They were looking in at two pieces of broken shelf； for weight； and several pieces of small…size clothing； to keep the boards from rattling around。
〃He pulled a switch on us；〃 Kelp said。
Dortmunder yelled at Murch； 〃Circle the block！ Get that kid back！〃
The light was green。 Murch tore the Econoline around the corner； down to Forty…first Street； and made the next right turn on the yellow。
〃Here's something else；〃 May said； and took from the suitcase a small package wrapped in brown paper。
Murch； driving like hell； yelled back； 〃What's happening？〃
〃He pulled a switch on us；〃 Kelp yelled。 〃He left us his laundry！〃
May had opened the package。 Inside the brown paper was a stack of bills。 〃There's a note here；〃 May said； and read it aloud while Kelp counted the bills。 〃Dear friends。 Thank you for everything you've done for me。 Let this be a small token of my esteem。 I know you're too smart to e after me again； so this must be farewell。 Kindest regards； Jimmy。〃
〃There's a thousand bucks here；〃 Kelp said。
〃Two hundred apiece；〃 Dortmunder said。 〃We just made two hundred dollars。〃
〃Here we are；〃 Murch said； and braked to a stop at Eighth Avenue and Forty…second Street。
Jimmy was gone。
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September 29
Mr。 John Donald Riley
27 West 45th St。
New York； N。 Y。 10036
Dear John：
I know I promised you I'd never get involved in a law。 suit again； but I think this just might be the exception to the rule。 My friend Hal out on the coast tells me he's seen a rough cut of a movie called Kid Stuff that is a direct steal from my book Child Heist； except it's played for laughs。 Now； it's bad enough to steal from me； but to make fun of me at the same time is even worse。
Hal says the thing is a low…budget no…name…star quickie done here in the east； produced and written and directed by somebody named James Hurley Harrington。 I don't know who this Harrington is； he's never done anything else； but he's obviously a crook。 I'm told the distribution deal is being worked out with either Columbia or