I. The Human Element
“Just the regular words one human uses on another—when there’s hate.”
—Death in a ……
It wasn’t the rain that bothered me. I’d felt rain striking against my face often enough, in the prison yard, during the last two years. It ……
I read a paper on my way down to Fifty-sixth Street. Dot Ellis got more space than most of the other humans. But there was one human tha……
It was late morning when I woke up. I had a small headache, but as it was the first one I’d had in more than two years it didn’t count much……
The third night outside went better. My nerves were less jerky. But the hotel rooms were small, and even with the windows opened the walls k……
When I came out of it I got to my feet and looked around. Steiner was gone—and his gun was gone. The room was just about as it had bee……
On the way to the mill town I decided a few things. One was that Babe Mullens had talked big figures. The other was that there had been a ……
I met Grady on the back porch, and he said Chief Butman was looking for me.
“Anything new?” I asked.
Grady dropped a butt, stepped on it.
It was twelve twenty when I got out of a cab a square from the Post-Dispatch building. There was a café near the paper, and I looked in ca……
Ore dust from the blast furnaces not far from the city had drifted over and stained the curtains of the two windows facing on the court a d……
I came out of it slowly. My mouth felt dry and the right side of my head ached. I was lying on my face, and after a few minutes I pulled……
It was ten minutes to midnight when I rode up in the ancient elevator and walked over the creaking boards of the Post-Dispatch editorial ……
I looked at Phil Dobe. “Go easy on that gun,” I said. “This’ll be all right.”
The girl kept on smiling. Her eyes were half closed.……
I killed some more time and got to the General Hospital at two-ten. It was still snowing, and ore dust was dirtying everything up. The ho……
She sat on the edge of the bed and patted my forehead gently with a towel that felt cold and good. I could see a portion of the room ……
We didn’t get anywhere at the wop joint. After coffee I said I was going back to the paper, and he said he’d come along if I didn’t mind. I……
I caught the two-fifteen train for Duquesne, tried to read a paper on the way out—and got off at the station at three o’clock.
The town loo……
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