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Again Snopes looked at the house. "Keeping batch, are you?" he said. Horace said<br />
nothing. "Like I always say, every married man ought to have a little place of his own,<br />
where he can git off to himself without it being nobody's business what he does. 'Course a<br />
man owes something to his wife, but what they dont know caint hurt them, does it?<br />
Long's he does that, I caint see where she's got ere kick <strong>com</strong>ing. Aint that what you say?"<br />
"She's not here," Horace said, "if that's what you're hinting at. What did you want<br />
to see me about?"<br />
Again he felt Snopes watching him, the unabashed stare calculating and<br />
<strong>com</strong>pletely unbelieving. "Well, I always say, caint nobody tend to a man's private<br />
business but himself. I aint blaming you. But when you know me better, you'll know I<br />
aint loose-mouthed. I been around I been there. . . Have a cigar?" His big hand flicked to<br />
his breast and offered two cigars.<br />
"No, thanks."<br />
Snopes lit a cigar, his face <strong>com</strong>ing out of the match like a pie set on edge.<br />
"What did you want to see me about?" Horace said.<br />
Snopes puffed the cigar. "Couple days ago I <strong>com</strong>e onto a piece of information<br />
which will be of value to you, if I aint mistook."<br />
"Oh. Of value. What value?"<br />
"I'll leave that to you. I got another party I could dicker with, but being as me and<br />
you was fellow-townsmen and all that."<br />
Here and there Horace's mind flicked and darted. Snopes' family originated<br />
somewhere near Frenchman's Bend and still lived there. He knew of the devious means<br />
by which information passed from man to man of that illiterate race which populated that<br />
section of the country. But surely it cant be something he'd try to sell to the State, he<br />
thought. Even he is not that big a fool.<br />
"You'd better tell me what it is, then," he said.<br />
He could feel Snopes watching him. "You remember one day you got on the train<br />
at Oxford, where you'd been on some bus--"<br />
"Yes," Horace said.<br />
Snopes puffed the cigar to an even coal, carefully, at some length. He raised his<br />
hand and drew it across the back of his neck. "You recall speaking to me about a girl."<br />
"Yes. Then what?"<br />
"That's for you to say."<br />
He could smell the honeysuckle as it bore up the silver slope, and he heard the<br />
whippoorwill, liquid, plaintful, reiterant. "You mean, you know where she is?" Snopes<br />
said nothing. "And that for a price you'll tell?" Snopes said nothing. Horace shut his<br />
hands and put them in his pockets, shut against his flanks. "What makes you think that<br />
information will interest me?"<br />
"That's for you to judge. I aint conducting no murder case. I wasn't down there at<br />
Oxford looking for her. Of course, if it dont, I'll dicker with the other party. I just give<br />
you the chance."<br />
Horace turned toward the steps. He moved gingerly, like an old man. "Let's sit<br />
down," he said. Snopes followed and sat on the step. They sat in the moonlight. "You<br />
know where she is?"<br />
"I seen her." Again he drew his hand across the back of his neck. "Yes, sir. If she<br />
aint-hasn't been there, you can git your money back. I caint say no fairer, can I'll'