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much to bear。'
I paused briefly and went on； 'Ginnie's suicide sent Gordon berserk。 He'd set out to help his son。 He'd caused his wife's death。 He blamed me for it； for having destroyed his family。 He tried to smash my brains in； the morning she'd died。 He lay in wait for me outside my flat 。。。 he was screaming that I'd killed her。 Then； last night； in the actual moment that the picture in The Pump was taken； he was telling me the bullets were for Ginnie 。。。 it was my life for hers。 He meant 。。。 he meant to do it。'
I stopped talking。
The white room was silent。
Later in the day I phoned the hospital in Canterbury and spoke to the ward sister。
'How is Rachel？' I asked。
'Mr Halley！ But I thought 。。。 I mean； we've all read The Pump。'
'But you didn't tell Rachel； did you？' I asked anxiously。
'No 。。。 Linda…Mrs Ferns…said not to。'
'Good。'
'But are you …'
'I'm absolutely OK；' I assured her。 'I'm in Hammersmith Hospital。 Du Cane Road。'
'The best！' she exclaimed。
'I won't argue。 How's Rachel？'
'You know that she's a very sick little girl； but we're all hopeful of the transplant。'
'Did she go into the bubble？'
'Yes； very bravely。 She says it's her palace and she's its queen。'
'Give her my love。'
'How soon 。。。 oh dear； I shouldn't ask。'
'I'll make it by Thursday。'
'I'll tell her。'
Kevin Mills and India came to visit before ten o'clock the following morning； on their way to work。
I was again sitting up in the high bed but by then felt much healthier。 In spite of my protests my shot and mending arm was still held immobile in a swaddle of splint and bandages。 Give it another day's rest； I'd been told； and just practise wiggling your fingers： which was all very well； except that the nurses had been too busy with an emergency that morning to reunite me with my left hand； which lay on the locker beside me。 For all that it didn't work properly； I felt naked without it； and could do nothing for myself； not even scratch my nose。
Kevin and India both came in looking embarrassed by life in general and said far too brightly how glad they were to see me awake and recovering。
I smiled at their feelings。 'My dear children；' I said； 'I'm not a plete fool。'
'Look； mate 。。。' Kevin's voice faded。 He wouldn't meet my eyes。
I said； 'Who told Gordon Quint where to find me？'
Neither of them answered。
'India；' I pointed out； 'you were the only person who knew I would turn up at Kensington Place at eight o'clock on Sunday evening。'
'Sid！' She was anguished； as she had been in Church Street when she'd found me shot； and she wouldn't look at my face； either。
Kevin smoothed his moustache。 'It wasn't her fault。'
'Yours； then？'
'You're right about your not being a fool；' Kevin said。 'You've guessed what happened； otherwise you'd be flinging us out of here right now。'
'Correct。'
'The turmoil started Saturday evening；' Kevin said； feeling secure enough to sit down。 'Of course； as there's no daily Pump on Sundays there was hardly anyone in the office。 George Godbar wasn't。 No one was。 Saturday is our night off。 The shit really hit the fan on Sunday morning at the editorial meeting。 You know editorial meetings 。。。 well； perhaps you don't。 All the department editors…news； sport； gossip； features； whatever； and the senior reporters…meet to decide what stories will be run in the next day's paper； and there was George Godbar in a positive lather about reversing policy on S。 Halley。 I mean； Sid mate； you should've heard him swear。 I never knew so many orifices and sphincters existed。'
'The boss had leaned on him？'
'Leaned！ There was a panic。 Our lord the proprietor wanted you bought off 。'
'How nice；' I said。
'He'd suggested ten thousand smackers； George said。 Try ten million； I said。 George called for copies for everyone of the plete file of everything The Pump has published about you since June； nearly all of it in India's column on Fridays。 I suppose you've kept all those pieces？'
I hadn't。 I didn't say so。
'Such poison；' Kevin said。 'Seeing it all together like that。 I mean； it silenced the whole meeting； and it takes a lot to do that。'
'I wasn't there；' India said。 'I don't go to those meetings。'
'Be fair to India；' Kevin told me； 'she didn't write most of it。 I wrote some。 You know I did。 Six different people wrote it。'
India still wouldn't meet my eyes and still wouldn't sit in the one empty chair。 I knew about 'policy' and being burned at the stake and all that； yet week after week I'd dreaded her by…line。 Try as I would； I still felt sore from that savaging。
'Sit down；' I said mildly。
She perched uneasily。
'If we make another dinner date；' I said； 'don't tell anyone。'
'Oh； Sid。'
'She didn't mean to get you shot； for Chrissakes；' Kevin protested。 'The Tilepit wanted you found。 Wanted！ He was shitting himself； George said。 The Pump's lawyer had passed each piece week by week as being just on the safe side of actionable； but at the meeting； when he read the whole file at once； he was sweating； Sid。 He says The Pump should settle out of court for whatever you ask。'
'And I suppose you're not supposed to be telling me that？'
'No；' Kevin confessed； 'but you did give me the exclusive of the decade。'
'How did Gordon Quint find me？' I asked again。
'George said our noble lord was babbling on about you promising not to send him to jail if you walked out free from somewhere or other； and you had walked out free； and he wanted to keep you to your promise。 George didn't know what he was talking about； but Tilepit made it crystal that George's job depended on finding you within the next five minutes； if not sooner。 So George begged us all to find you； to say The Pump would confer sainthood immediately and fatten your bank balance； and I phoned India on the off…chance； and she said not to worry； she would tell you herself 。。。 and I asked her how and where。 There didn't seem to be any harm in it。'
'Any you told George Godbar？' I said。
Kevin nodded。
'And he；' I said； 'told Lord Tilepit？ And he told Ellis； I suppose 。。。 because Ellis turned up too。'
'George Godbar phoned Ellis's father's house； looking for Ellis。 He got an answering machine telling him to try a mobile number； and he reached Gordon Quint in a car somewhere 。。。 and he told Gordon where you would be； if Ellis wanted to find you。'
Round and round in circles； and the bullets e out here。
I sighed again。 I was lucky to be alive。 I would settle for that。 I also wondered how much I would screw out of The Pump。 Only enough； I decided； to keep his lordship grateful。
Kevin； the confession over； got restlessly to his feet and walked round the room； stopping when he reached the locker on my left side。
He looked a little blankly at the prosthesis lying there and； after a moment； picked it up。 I wished he wouldn't。
He said； surprised； 'It's bigger than I pictured。 And heavier。 And hard。'
'All the better to club you with；' I said。
'Really？' he asked interestedly。 'Straight up？'
'It's been known；' I said； and after a moment he put the arm down。
'It's true what they say of you； isn't