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surprised to see that they were moving backward。
He thought of the crocodile in Peter Pan； the one that was always chasing after Captain Hook； and a little smile touched his lips。 Gasher saw it； and raised his hand。 Jake cringed away； putting his own hands to his face。
The Tick…Tock Man shook his finger at Gasher in an amusing school…marmish gesture。 〃Now； now 。。。 no need of that； Gasher；〃 he said。
Gasher lowered his hand at once。 His face had changed pletely。 Before； it had alternated between stupid rage and a species of cunning； almost existential humor。 Now he only looked servile and adoring。 Like the others in the room （and Jake himself）； the Gasherman could not look away from Tick…Tock for long； his eyes were drawn inexorably back。 And Jake could understand why。 The Tick…Tock Man was the only person here who seemed wholly vital； wholly healthy； and wholly alive。
〃If you say there's no need； there ain't；〃 Gasher said； but he favored Jake with a dark look before shifting his eyes back to the blonde giant on the throne。 〃Still； he's wery pert； Ticky。 Wery pert； Ticky。 Wery pert indeed； so he is； and if you want my opinion； he'll take a deal of training！〃
〃When I want your opinion； I'll ask for it； the Tick…Tock Man said。 〃Now close the door； Cash…was yon lx》re in a barn？〃
A dark…haired woman laughed shrilly； a sound like the caw of a crow。 Tick…Tock flicked his eyes toward her； she quieted at once and cast her eyes down to the grilled floor。
The door through which Gasher had dragged him was actually two doors。 The arrangement reminded Jake of the way spaceship airlocks looked in the more intelligent science fiction movies。 Gasher shut them both and turned to Tick…Tock； giving him a thumbs…up gesture。 The Tick…Tock Man nodded and reached languidly up to press a button set into a piece of furniture that looked like a speaker's podium。 A pump began to cycle wheezily within the wall； and the neon tubes dimmed perceptibly。 There was a faint hiss of air and the valve…wheel of the inside door spun shut。 Jake supposed the one in the outer door was doing the same。 This was some sort of bomb…shelter； all right； no doubt of that。 When the pump died； the long neon tubes resumed their former muted brilliance。
〃There；〃 Tick…Tock said pleasantly。 His eyes began to look Jake up and down。 Jake had a clear and very unfortable sense of being expertly catalogued and filed。 〃All safe and sound； we are。 Snug as bugs in a rug。 Right； Hoots？〃
〃Yar！〃 a tall； skinny man in a black suit replied promptly。 His face was covered with some sort of rash which he scratched obsessively。
〃I brung him；〃 Gasher said。 〃I told yer you could trust me to do it； and didn't I？〃
〃You did；〃 Tick…Tock said。 〃Bang on。 I had some doubts about your ability to remember the password at the end； there； but…〃
The dark…haired woman uttered another shrill caw。 The Tick…Tock Man half…turned in her direction； that lazy smile dimpling the corners of his mouth； and before Jake was able to grasp what was happening…what had already happened…she was staggering backward； her eyes bulging in surprise and pain； her hands groping at some strange tumor in the middle of her chest which hadn't been there a second before。
Jake realized die Tick…Tock Man had made some sort of move as he was turning； a move so quick it had been no more than a flicker。 The slim white hilt which had protruded from the scabbard looped over the Tick…Tock Man's shoulder was gone。 The knife was now on the other side of the room； sticking out of the dark…haired woman's chest。 Tick…Tock had drawn and thrown with an uncanny speed Jake wasn't sure even Roland could match。 It had been like some malign magic trick。
The others watched silently as the woman staggered toward Tick…Tock； gagging harshly； her hands wrapped loosely around the hilt of the knife。 Her hip bumped one of the standing lamps and the one called Hoots darted forward to catch it before it could fall。 Tick…Tock himself never moved； he only went on sitting with his leg tossed over the arm of his throne； watching the woman with his lazy smile。
Her foot caught beneath one of the rugs and she tumbled forward。 Once more the Tick…Tock Man moved with that spooky speed； pulling back the foot which had been dangling over the arm of the chair and then driving it forward again like a piston。 It buried itself in the pit of the dark…haired woman's stomach and she went flying backward。 Blood spewed from her mouth and splattered the furniture。 She struck the wall； slid down it； and ended up sitting with her chin on her breastbone。 To Jake she looked like a movie Mexican taking a siesta against an adobe wall。 It was hard for him to believe she had gone from living to dead with such terrible speed。 Neon tubes turned her hair into a haze that was half red and half blue。 Her glazing eyes stared at the Tick…Tock Man with terminal amazement。
〃I told her about that laugh；〃 Tick…Tock said。 His eyes shifted to the other woman； a heavyset redhead who looked like a long…haul trucker。 〃Didn't I； Tilly？〃
〃Ay；〃 Tilly said at once。 Her eyes were lustrous with fear and excite…ment； and she licked her lips obsessively。 〃So you did； many and many a time。 I'll set my watch and warrant on it。〃
〃So you might； if you could reach up your fat ass far enough to find them；〃 Tick…Tock said。 〃Bring me my knife； Brandon； and mind you wipe that slut's stink off it before you put it in my hand。〃
A short； bandy…legged man hopped to do as he had been bidden。 The knife wouldn't e free at first； it seemed caught on the unfortu…nate dark…haired woman's breastbone。 Brandon threw a terrified glance over his shoulder at the Tick…Tock Man and then tugged harder。
Tick…Tock； however； appeared to have forgotten all about both Bran…don and the woman who had literally laughed herself to death。 His bril…liant green eyes had fixed on something which interested him much more than the dead woman。
〃e here； cully；〃 he said。 〃I want a better look at you。〃
Gasher gave him a shove。 Jake stumbled forward。 He would have fallen if Tick…Tock's strong hands hadn't caught him by the shoulders。 Then； when he was sure Jake had his balance again； Tick…Tock grasped the boy's left wrist and raised it。 It was Jake's Seiko which had drawn his interest。
〃If this here's what I think it is； it's an omen for sure and true；〃 Tick…Tock said。 〃Talk to me； boy…what's this sigul you wear？〃
Jake； who hadn't the slightest idea what a sigul was； could only hope for the best。 〃It's a watch。 But it doesn't work； Mr。 Tick…Tock。〃
Hoots chuckled at that； then clapped both hands over his mouth when the Tick…Tock Man turned to look at him。 After a moment； Tick…Toc looked back at Jake； and a sunny smile replaced the frown。 Looking at that smile almost made you forget that it was a dead woman and not a movie Mexican taking a siesta over there against the wall。 Looking at it almost made you forget that these people were crazy； and the Tick…Tock Man was likely the craziest inmate in the whole asylum。
〃Watch；〃 Tick…Tock said； nodding。 〃Ay； a likely enough name for such； after all； what does a person want with a timepiece but to watch it on