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 He was glad to see it end。 He had begun to worry about the turbulent flying conditions that Dawson's helicopter pilot would have to face。
 One way or another; Dawson had to get to Black River to…
 night。 Salsbury didn't actually need help to deal with the situation; but he did need to be able to share the blame if the field test went even further awry。
 Neither of his current options was without risk。 He could send Bob Thorp and a couple of deputies to the general store to arrest the Edisons and the Annendales。 Of course there might be trouble; violence; even a shoot…out。 Every additional corpse or missing person that had to be explained to the authorities outside of Black River increased the chance of discovery。 On the other hand; if he had to maintain the roadblock through tomorrow; keep control of the town; and perpetuate the state of siege; his chances of ing out on top of this would be less promising than they were now。
 What in the devil was happening at Edison's place? They had found the boy's body。 He knew that。 He had assigned several guards to cover the store。 Why hadn't they e here to see Bob Thorp? Why hadn't they tried to leave town? Why hadn't they; in short; acted like anyone else would have done? Surely; even with Buddy's story to build from; they couldn't have reconstructed the truth behind the events of the past few weeks。 They couldn't know who he really was。 They probably didn't know about subliminal advertising in general…and certainly not about his research in specific。 He suddenly wished that he had brought his briefcase with the infinity transmitter from Pauline Vicker's rooming house。
 〃Everything looks so crisp and fresh after a summer rain; doesn't it?〃 Bob Thorp asked。
 〃I'm glad it's over;〃 Salsbury said。
 〃It isn't。 Not by a long shot。〃
 Salsbury turned from the windows。 〃What?〃
 Smiling; as amiable as Salsbury had ordered him to be; Bob Thorp said; 〃These summer storms start and stop half a dozen times before they're finished。 That's because they bounce back and forth; back and forth between the mountains until they finally find a way out。〃
 Thinking of Dawson's helicopter; Salsbury said; 〃Since when are you a meteorologist?〃
 〃Well; I've lived here all my life; except for my hitch in the service。 I've seen hundreds of storms like this one; and they…〃
 〃I said it's over! The storm is over; Finished。 Done with。 Do you understand?〃
 Frowning; Thorp said; 〃The storm is over。〃
 〃I want it to be over;〃 Salsbury said。 〃So it is。 It's over if I say it is。 isn't it?〃
 〃Of course。〃
 〃All right。〃
 〃It's over。〃
 〃Dumb cop。〃
 Thorp said nothing。
 〃Aren't you a dumb cop?〃
 〃I'm not dumb。〃
 〃I say you are。 You're dumb。 Stupid。 Stupid as an ox。 Aren't you; Bob?〃
 〃Yes。〃
 〃Say it。〃
 〃What?〃
 〃That you're as stupid as an ox。〃
 〃I'm as stupid as an ox。〃
 Returning to the window; Salsbury stared angrily at the lowering cobalt clouds。
 Eventually he said; 〃Bob; I want you to go to Pauline Vicker's house。〃
 Thorp stood up at once。
 〃I've got a room on the second floor; the first door on the right at the head of the stairs。 You'll find a leather briefcase beside the bed。 Fetch it for me。〃
 4:55 P。M。
 The four of them went through the crowded stockroom and onto the rear porch of the general store。
 Immediately; twenty yards away on the wet emerald…green
 lawn; a man moved out of the niche formed by two angled rows of lilac bushes。 He was a tall; hawk…faced man in horn…rimmed glasses。 He was wearing a dark raincoat and holding a double…barreled shotgun。
 〃Do you know him?〃 Paul asked。
 〃Harry Thurston;〃 Jenny said。 〃He's a foreman at the mill。 Lives next door。〃
 With one hand Rya clutched Paul's shirt。 Her self…confidence and her faith in people had been seriously eroded by what she had seen Bob Thorp do to her brother。 Watching the man with the shotgun; trembling; her voice pitched slightly higher than it normally was; she said; 〃Is he 。 。 。 going to shoot US?〃
 Paul placed one hand on her shoulder; squeezed gently; reassuringly。 〃Nobody's going to be shot。〃
 As he spoke he ardently wished that he could believe what he was telling her。
 Fortunately; Sam Edison sold a line of firearms in addition to groceries; dry goods; drugs; notions and sundries; therefore; they weren't defenseless。 Jenny had a 。22 rifle。 Sam and Paul were both carrying Smith & Wesson bat Magnum revolvers loaded with 。38 Special cartridges which would produce only half of the fierce kick of Magnum ammunition。 However; they didn't want to use the guns; for they were trying to leave the house secretly; they kept the guns at their sides; barrels aimed at the porch floor。
 〃I'll handle this;〃 Sam said。 He went across the porch to the wooden steps and started down。
 〃Hold it right there;〃 said the man with the shotgun。 He came ten yards closer。 He pointed the weapon at Sam's chest; kept his finger on the trigger; and watched all of them with unconcealed anxiety and distrust。
 Paul glanced at Jenny。
 She was biting her lower lip。 She looked as if she wanted to swing up her rifle and level it at Harry Thurston's head。
 That might set off a meaningless but disastrous exchange of gunfire。
 He had a mental image of the shotgun booming。 Booming again。 。 。 Flame blossoming from the muzzles 。 。
 〃Calm;〃 he said quietly。
 Jenny nodded。
 At the bottom of the steps; still twenty…five feet from the man with the shotgun; Sam held out a hand in greeting。 When Thurston ignored it; Sam said; 〃Harry?〃
 Thurston's shotgun didn't waver。 Neither did his expression。 But he said; 〃Hello; Sam。〃
 〃What are you doing here; Harry?〃
 〃You know;〃 Thurston said。
 〃I'm afraid I don't。〃
 〃Guarding you;〃 Thurston said。
 〃From what?〃
 〃From escaping。〃
 〃You're here to keep us from escaping from our own house?〃 Sam grimaced。 〃Why would we want to escape from our own house? Harry; you aren't talking sense。〃
 Thurston frowned。 〃I'm guarding you;〃 he said stubbornly。
 〃For whom?〃
 〃The police。 I've been deputized。〃 〃Deputized? By whom?〃
 〃Bob Thorp。〃
 〃When?〃
 〃An hour。。 。 hour and a half。〃
 〃Why does Bob want you to keep us in the house?〃
 〃You know why;〃 Thurston said again。
 〃I've already told you that I don't know。〃
 〃You've done something。〃 〃What have we done?〃 〃Something wrong。 Illegal。〃 〃You know us better than that。〃 Thurston said nothing。 〃Don't you; Harry?〃 Silence。
 〃What have we done?〃 Sam insisted。 〃I don't know。〃
 〃Bob didn't tell you?〃
 〃I'm just an emergency deputy。〃
 The shotgun looks nonetheless deadly for that; Paul thought。
 〃You don't know what we're supposed to have done?〃 Sam asked。 〃But you're willing to shoot us if we try to leave?〃
 〃Those are my orders。〃
 〃How long have you known me?〃
 〃Twenty years anyway。〃
 〃And Jenny?〃
 〃A long time。〃
 〃You're willing to kill old friends just because someone tells you to?〃 Sam asked。 He was probing; trying to discover the breadth and depth of Salsbury's control。
 Thurston couldn't answer that question。 His eyes flicked from one to the other of them; and he shuffled his feet in the wet grass。 He was exceedingly nervous; confused; and exasperated… but he was determined to do what the chief of police had asked of him。
 Unable to take his eyes off the finger that was curled tightly around the shotgun trigger; unable to look at Sam when he spoke to him; Paul said; 〃We better get on with this。 I think maybe you've pushed him far enough。〃
 〃I think so too;〃 Sam said tensely。 And then to Thurston: 〃I am the key。〃
 〃I am the lock。〃
 〃Lower the gun; Harry。〃 Thurston obeyed。
 〃Thank God;〃 Jenny said。 〃e here; Harry。〃
 Thurston went to Sam。
 〃I'll be damned;〃 Jenny said。
 A perfect zombie; Paul thought。 A regular little tin soldier。。 A chill passed along his spine。
 Sam said; 〃Harry; who really told you to e over here and keep a watch on us?〃
 〃Bob Thorp。〃
 〃Tell me the truth。〃
 〃It was Bob Thorp;〃 Thurston said; perplexed。
 〃It wasn't a man named Salsbury?〃
 〃Salsbury? No。〃
 〃Haven't you met Salsbury?〃
 〃No。 Who are you talking about?〃 〃Maybe he called himself Albert Deighton。〃 〃Who did?〃 Thurston asked。 〃Salsbury。〃
 〃I don't know anyone named Deighton。〃
 Jenny; Rya; and Paul came down the rain…slick steps and joined the two men。
 〃Salsbury's obviously working through Bob Thorp;〃 Jenny said; 〃one way or another。〃
 〃What are you people talking about?〃 Thurston asked。
 Sam said; 〃Harry; I am the key。〃
 〃I am the lock。〃
 Taking a moment to study Thurston and to decide upon his approach; Sam finally said; 〃Harry; we are going for a walk up toward Hattie Lange's house。 You won't try to stop us。 Is that clear?〃
 〃I won't stop you。〃
 〃You won't shoot us。〃
 〃No。 Of course not。〃
 〃You won't call out or make trouble of any kind。〃
 Thurston shook his head: no。
 〃When we leave here;〃 Sam said; 〃you'll go back to the lilac bush。 You'll forget that we ever came out of the house。 Is that clear?〃
 〃Yes。〃
 〃I want you to forget that we've had this little talk。 When the four of us leave here; I want you to forget every word that's been spoken between us。 Can you do that; Harry?〃
 〃Sure。 I'll forget that we talked; that I saw any of you just now; a

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