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Then again anger swept his mind clean of reason, and he threw his chinup and gripped the gun tight. Run out on me, will she he muttered thickly. Wellthisll showher In the next moment the hammer fell . .. And Dave Miller had shown her. Miller opened his eyes with a start. As plain as black on white, hedheard a bell ringthe most familiar sound in the world, too. It was theunmistakable tinkle of his cash register. Now, how in hell The thought began in his mind; and then he sawwhere he was. The cash register was right in front of him It was open, and on themarble slab lay a customers fivespot. Millers glance strayed up andaround him. He was behind the drug counter, all right. There were a man and a girlsipping cokes at the fountain, to his right; the magazine racks by theopen door; the tobacco counter across from the fountain. And rightbefore him was a customer. Good Lord he thought. Was all this aa dream? Sweat oozed out on his clammy forehead. That stuff of Hermans that hehad drunk during the gameit had had a rank taste, but he wouldnt havethought anything short of marihuana could produce such

hallucinations ashe had just had. Wild conjectures came boiling up from the bottom ofMillers being. How did he get behind the counter? Who was the woman he was waiting on?What The womans curious stare was what jarred him completely into thepresent. Get rid of her was his one thought. Then sit down behind thescenes and try to figure it all out. His hand poised over the cash drawer. Then he remembered he didnt knowhow much he was to take out of the five. Avoiding the womans glance, hemuttered: Lets see, now, that wasuhhow much did I say? The woman made no answer. Miller cleared his throat, said uncertainly: I beg your pardon, maamdid I sayseventyfive cents? It was just a feeler, but the woman didnt even answer to that. And itwas right then that Dave Miller noticed the deep silence that brooded inthe store. Slowly his head came up and he looked straight into the womans eyes. She returned him a cool, halfsmiling glance. But her eyes neitherblinked nor moved. Her features were frozen. Lips parted, teeth shoga little, the tip of her tongue was between her even white teeth asthough she had started to say this and stopped with the syllableunspoken. Muscles began to rise behind Millers ears. He could feel his hairstiffen like filings drawn to a magnet. His glance struggled to the sodafountain. What he saw there shook him to the core of his being. The girl who was drinking a coke had the glass to her lips, butapparently she wasnt sipping the liquid. Her friends glass was onthe counter.

e had drawn on a cigarette and exhaled the gray smoke. That smoke hung in the air like a large, elongated balloon with thesmall end disappearing between his lips. While Miller stared, the smokedid not stir in the slightest. There was something unholy, something supernatural, about this scene With apprehension rippling down his spine, Dave Miller reached acrossthe cash register and touched the woman on the cheek. The flesh waswarm, but as hard as flint. Tentatively, the young druggist pushedharder; finally, shoved with all his might. For all the result, thewoman might have been a twoton bronze statue. She neither budged norchanged expression. Panic seized Miller. His voice hit a high hysterical tenor as he calledto his sodajerker. Pete Pete he shouted. What in Gods name is wrong here The blond youngster, with a towel wadded in a glass, did not stir. Miller rushed from the back of the store, seized the by theshoulders, tried to shake him. But Pete was rooted to the spot. Miller knew, now, that what was wrong was something greater than ahallucination or a hangover. He was in some kind of trap. His firstthought was to rush home and see if Helen was there. There was a greatsense of relief when he thought of her. Helen, with her grave blue eyesand understanding manner, would listen to him and know what was thematter. He left the haunted drug store at a run, darted around the corner and upthe street to his car. But, though he had not locked the car, the doorresisted his twisting grasp. Shaking, pounding, swearing, Millerwrestled with each of the doors.

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