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pain, Saar's pain was not, he chided himself, beyond the
will's power to deny it.
Someone was trying to open the door of the toilet.
Who could it be? the headmaster snarled at the mirror.
Ernest Ransom? Both the old Bredforets? Everyone
else in Dingley Falls known to the good Dr. Jekyll was
obviously on this train. Why not those three? Why not
the entire board of trustees? You deserve this, losing
your driver's license to a hustler. Mr. Hyde grinned. The
evil image cackled at the unfortunate Walter Jekyll's
discomfort.
"Know what I did this morning?" Dingley Falls's
postman asked his superior.
Judith Haig turned toward Alf Marco, who slumped
forward in his chair beside the table where they sorted
outgoing mail that the truck from Argyle would pick up
at five.
"Know what I did?" he repeated. "I got up real
early. I went up to the lake. And I went fishing."
Marco's drawn, pinched face, so at variance with his
fleshy torso, looked up at the postmistress with more