:18:07
I caught the blackjack right behind my ear.
:18:10
A black pool opened up at my feet.
:18:12
I dived in. It had no bottom.
:18:16
I felt pretty good... like an amputated leg.
:18:37
Are you all right? What happened?
:19:18
He was doubled up on his face...
:19:20
in that bag-of-old-clothes position
that always means the same thing:
:19:25
He had been killed by an amateur...
:19:27
or by somebody who wanted it
to look like an amateur job.
:19:32
Nobody else would hit a man
that many times with a sap.
:19:43
The oftener you go over it,
the sillier it sounds.
:19:46
You know nothing about Marriott, how
much money he had, or what it was for.
:19:50
Trusting soul, wasn't he?
Letting you carry the payoff.
:19:53
Sorry I don't have it.
After I beat Marriott's brains out...
:19:56
and just before I hit myself on the back
of the head, I hid it under a bush.