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 〃If you're blaming me for any of that;〃 Kelp said; talking nasally because he was holding his nose; 〃I think it's very unfair。〃
 〃If I'm unfair;〃 Dortmunder pointed out; 〃you don't want to be around me。〃 And he turned away again and walked on。
 Kelp trailed along; touching his nose and loudly sniffing。 The two of them crossed to the last roof; and Dortmunder opened the door leading to the stairs。 He went down; followed by Kelp; to an open; concrete…floored area with half a dozen dusty cars parked in it。 Walking across the floor; with Kelp still behind him; he went down a concrete ramp past another parking level with more dusty cars; and at the third level down walked out past a lot of less dusty cars to a brown Volkswagen Microbus with red side curtains。 Kelp; still talking nasally; said; 〃Where'd you get that?〃
 〃I stole it;〃 Dortmunder said。 〃Because you weren't around; nothing went wrong。 I figured to be filling it with furs right now。〃
 〃That's not my fault;〃 Kelp said。 〃You were on the wrong floor。〃
 〃It was because you were around;〃 Dortmunder told him。 〃You're my jinx; I don't even have to know you're there and you screw me up。〃
 〃That isn't fair; Dortmunder;〃 Kelp said。 〃Now; you know that。〃 He gestured with both hands。
 〃You're bleeding on your shirt;〃 Dortmunder told him。
 〃Oh; damn。〃 Kelp closed his fingers over his nose again。 〃Listen;〃 he twanged; 〃lemme just tell you about this thing。〃
 〃If I listen to you…〃 Dortmunder started; and then stopped and shook his head。 Sometimes there just wasn't anything to be done with a bad hand but play it。 He knew that; if anybody did。 〃Screw it;〃 he said。 〃Get in the car。〃
 Behind the hand holding his nose; Kelp beamed。 〃You won't regret this; Dortmunder;〃 he said; and ran around to the other side of the Microbus。
 〃I regret it already;〃 Dortmunder said。 But he got into the Microbus and started the engine and drove it down and out of the garage。 A man in a green work shirt and green work pants sitting on a kitchen chair out on the sidewalk did not look up as they went by。 Kelp; looking out at that man; said; 〃Isn't he the garage man?〃
 〃Yes。〃
 〃How e you can just drive in and out?〃
 〃Twenty dollars;〃 Dortmunder said。 His expression was grim。 〃That's something else you cost me;〃 he said。
 〃Aw; now; Dortmunder; you're just in a bad mood。〃
 〃No kidding。〃
 〃Tomorrow you'll think it over;〃 Kelp said; 〃you'll realize it isn't right to blame me for everything。〃
 〃I don't blame you for everything;〃 Dortmunder said。
 〃I don't blame you for the Second World War and I don't
 blame you for the Johnstown flood。 But everything else I
 do blame you for。〃 …
 〃Tomorrow you'll feel different;〃 Kelp said。
 Dortmunder glanced at him; to give him an unbelieving look; and said; 〃You're bleeding on yourself again。〃
 〃Oh。〃 Kelp put his head back; and stared at the Volkswagen's roof。
 〃You might as well tell me the caper;〃 Dortmunder said; 〃so I can say no and get it over with。〃
 〃It's not like that;〃 Kelp said; holding his nose and talking to the roof。 〃I got nothing to tell you exactly。 It's more to show you。〃
 Like the emerald。 〃Where is it?〃
 With the hand that wasn't holding his nose; Kelp reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a paperback book。 〃It's this;〃 he said。
 Dortmunder was approaching an intersection with a green light。 He made his turn; drove a block; and stopped at a red light。 Then he looked at the book Kelp was waving。 He said; 〃What's that?〃
 〃It's a book。〃
 〃I know it's a book。 What is it?〃
 〃It's for you to read;〃 Kelp said。 〃Here; take it。〃 He was still staring at the roof and holding his nose; and he was merely waving the book in Dortmunder's direction。
 So Dortmunder took the book。 The title was Child Heist; and the author was somebody named Richard Stark。 〃Sounds like crap;〃 Dortmunder said。
 〃Just read it;〃 Kelp said。
 〃Why?〃
 〃Read it。 Then we'll talk。〃
 Dortmunder hefted the book in his hand。 A skinny paperback。 〃I don't get the point;〃 he said。
 〃I don't want to say anything till after you read it;〃 Kelp said。 〃Okay? I mean; after all; you gave me a nosebleed; you can anyway read a book。〃
 Dortmunder thought of saying several things about furs; but he didn't。 The traffic light was green。 〃Maybe;〃 he said; and tossed the paperback behind him; and drove on。
 
 2
 
 S TAN M U R C H made his call from a diner pay phone。 〃Maximilian's Used Cars; Miss Caroline speaking。〃
 〃Hi; Harriet。 Max there?〃
 〃To whom am I speaking; please?〃
 〃This is Stan。〃
 〃Oh; hi; Stan。 One moment; please; Max is explaining the guarantee to a dissatisfied customer。〃
 〃Sure;〃 Murch said。 The phone booth was inside the diner; but it had a window that overlooked the blacktop parking lot; and Jericho Turnpike beyond。 A dozen cars winkled in the thin October sunlight。 The car Stan had in mind; an almost…new white Continental; a definite cream…puff; was parked almost in front of him。 The driver had staggered in just a few minutes ago; drunk out of his mind even though it was barely two o'clock in the afternoon; and was now sprawled in a booth in the rear of the diner; occasionally spilling black coffee on himself。 All things considered; Murch told himself; I'm doing that bird a favor。 He shouldn't be driving in his condition。
 〃Yah?〃
 Munch; who had been leaning against the side of the booth and brooding at the Continental; now stood upright and said; 〃Max?〃
 〃Yah。 Stan?〃
 〃Sure。 Listen; Max; you still interested in good recent acquisitions?〃
 〃You mean where I got to do my own paper?〃
 〃That's the kind。〃
 〃That's a little tricky; Stan。 Depends on the vehicle。〃
 〃A creampuff white Continental。 Like new。〃
 〃You're reading me my ad out of Newsday。〃
 〃What do you think; Max?〃
 〃Bring it over; we'll have a look。〃
 〃Right;〃 Murch said; and was about to hang up when another vehicle made the turn from Jericho Turnpike into the diner's parking lot。 It was a car carrier; with four Buick Riviera's on it: a powder blue; a maroon; and two bronzes。 〃Wait a second;〃 Murch said。
 〃Hah?〃
 〃Just hold on。〃
 The car carrier growled up to the diner; puffing diesel exhaust out a pipe at the top of the cab; and came at last to a shuddering stop。 The driver; a stout fellow in a brown leather jacket; climbed down to the blacktop as though both his legs had fallen asleep; and then stood there yawning and scratching his crotch。
 〃Stan? You there?〃
 〃Wait a second;〃 Munch said。 〃Just a second。〃
 The driver; done with his yawning and scratching; walked over to the diner entrance; leaving Murch's sight for a few seconds。 Murch turned around and looked through the phone booth's interior window。 He watched the car carrier driver amble across to the rear part of the diner and sit in the next booth to the sprawled driver of the Continental。 Neither of them could see the parking lot from where they were。
 〃Stan?〃
 〃Listen; Max;〃 Murch said。 〃You interested in more; maybe? Other cars; maybe?〃
 〃I'm always interested in top quality; Stan; you know that。〃
 〃See you soon;〃 Murch said。 Hanging up; he left the booth and the diner and strolled over to the car carrier。 About to climb up into the cab; he glanced over at the Continental; sorry to have to leave it behind。 Oh; well; four was better than one
 Or。。 …
 Hmmmm。 Murch moved away from the cab and considered the entire length of the car carrier。 It was made to carry six automobiles; three on top and three on the bottom; but it only had two in each part。 The rear spaces were unoccupied; top and bottom。
 Hmmmmm。 Murch walked around to the rear of the vehicle and considered it carefully。 A kind of heavy metal tailgate was up across the back; with looped chains at both ends。 Wouldn't that tailgate double as a ramp if it were lowered?
 Murch moved closer; studying the tailgate's operation。 Opening those two hooks should release the thing; then one should pay out his chain through that ratchet; and。 。
 Might as well try it。 He released the hooks; he grasped the chain; he began to feed it slowly through the ratchet。 The tailgate lowered itself。 Murch fed the chain faster; and the tailgate lowered faster。 Tonk; the tailgate went against the blacktop。 It was now a ramp。
 Fine。 Leaving the car carrier; Murch walked briskly but not too hurriedly across the lot to the Continental。 He had his bunch of keys in his hand when he got there; but the Continental's door was unlocked。 He slid behind the wheel; tried three keys; and started the engine with the fourth。 There was a strong smell of bourbon inside the car。
 Murch put it in reverse; backed the Continental around in a loop; switched to drive; and steered across the parking lot and up the ramp and into the car carrier。 He switched off the engine; set the hand brake; and got out of the car。 He climbed through the metal struts of the side; attained the blacktop; and quickly raised the tailgate again。 There wasn't any way to chain the Continental in place; the way the Buick's were chained; but he'd be taking it easy。 He also didn't have that far to go。
 Key number two started the car carrier engine。 Murch turned the big flat wheel; the car carrier lumbered forward; and slowly he made his getaway out onto Jericho Turnpike。
 It took twenty…five minutes to drive to Maximilian's Used Cars。 When he got there; Murch took the side street next to the car lot; then turned in at the anonymous driveway behind it。 He stopped amid tall weeds and the white clapboard backs of garages; climbed down out of the cab; and went through an unlocked gate in a chain…link fence。 A path through weeds and shrubbery led him to the rear of Maximilian's office structure; a California…looking thing in pink stucco。 He opened a door; went through into a gray…paneled office; and heard Max in the next room saying; 〃What you got to read in the guarantee is every word。〃
 A very angry male voice said; loudly; 〃If you read every word of that guarantee; you don't guarantee anything!〃
 〃That's how you say;〃 Max said。
 Murch opened the connecting door; and stuck his head in。 The customer was big and muscular; but intellectually out of his depth。 He had the bewildered look of a swimmer who hadn't known there were whirlpools anywhere around here。 Mu

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