
“Now get out of here,” Mrs. O’Dell said.
“I’m going, ma’am,” Raeder said. “Thanks.”
“I think you’re stupid,” she said. “I think you’re stupid to be involved in this.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“It just isn’t worth it.”
Raeder thanked her and left. He walked to Broadway, caught a subway to 59th Street, then an uptown local to 86th. There he bought a newspaper and changed for the Manhasset through-express.
He glanced at his watch. He had six and a half hours to go.
THE subway roared under Manhattan. Raeder dozed, his bandaged hand concealed under the newspaper, the hat pulled over his face. Had he been recognized yet? Had he shaken the Thompson gang? Or was someone telephoning them now?
Dreamily he wondered if he had escaped death, or was he still a cleverly animated corpse, moving around because of death’s inefficiency? (My dear, death is so laggard these days! Jim Raeder walked about for hours after he died and actually answered people’s questions before he could be decently buried!)
Raeder’s eyes snapped open. He had dreamed something… unpleasant. He couldn’t remember what.
He closed his eyes again and remembered, with mild astonishment, a time when he had been in no trouble.
That was two years ago. He had been a big, pleasant young man working as a truck driver’s helper. He had no talents. He was too modest to have dreams.
The tight-faced little truck driver had the dreams for him. “Why not try for a television show, Jim? I would if I had your looks. They like nice, average guys with nothing much on the ball. As contestants. Everybody likes guys like that. Why not look into it?”
So he had looked into it. The owner of the local television store had explained it further.
“You see, Jim, the public is sick of highly trained athletes with their trick reflexes and their professional courage. Who can feel for guys like that? Who can identify? People want to watch exciting things, sure, but not when some joker is making it his business for fifty thousand a year. That’s why organized sports are in a slump. That’s why the thrill shows are booming.”
