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two only when Rawlings' gun caught him； not lightly； on the side of the head。 He crashed to the floor as if the Brooklyn bridge had fallen in on top of him。 Rawlings surveyed him dispassionately。
〃Never did a day's work that gave me profounder satisfaction；〃 he said conversationally。 〃Except； perhaps； those pictures I took with Dr。 Benson's camera to give Dr。 Carpenter here some negatives to shove inside that oiled paper。〃
〃Pictures of what？〃 Swanson asked curiously。
Rawlings grinned happily。 〃All those pin…ups in Doc Benson's sick bay。 Yogi Bear； Donald Duck； Pluto； Popeye； Snow White and the Seven Dwarfsyou name it； I got it。 The works。 Each a guaranteed work of artand in glorious technicolor。〃 He smiled a beatific smile。 〃Like Doc Carpenter here； I'd give a year's pay to see their faces when they get around to developing those negatives。〃
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