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Out of the corner of his eye he managed to watch the myste-rious stranger
without appearing to do so. He had a hunch it would not be advisable to act
interested.
The stranger swiveled the telescope around so that it seemed to be pointing up
at the nearest building, across the street from the park.
He kept turning the focusing screw. At last he seemed satisfied with the
adjustment and moved the telescope slowly from side to side as though he were
peering intently into every window. Then he raised it a trifle and seemed to
look into the windows of the floor above. Then the floor below.
Then he took out his handkerchief to mop his forehead. But before putting it
back into his pocket, he waved it once. He turned the telescope around again
so that it pointed out over the lake. Then, without a word, he walked away
rapidly.
The little man with the straggly gray hair strolled back to the telescope. He
knew that it was none of his business and that he should keep out of it, but
his eyes followed the stranger, who became a dark shadow as he crossed the two
blocks of park.
Then, as he came out under the street lights of the boulevard, he could be
seen clearly again. He climbed into the front seat of a big car parked at the
curb.
But the car didn't drive away. It stayed there, waiting.
The little man realized he was out of his element--that sudden death sat in
the front seat of that car, and in its vacant back seat as well.
And he didn't want to get killed just then, not when his wife was so ill, when
she needed an operation and was counting on him, somehow, to find the money.
But fifty bucks was as far away as the moon.
The moon--he should re-aim his 'scope at the moon, so that in case anybody
with a nickel came along-- He looked through the telescope and saw a blurred
golden disk. He reached up to turn the focusing screw, and then lowered his
hand. What was the use?
He might as well go home. No more tonight. The dollar bill had been a
windfall, but just enough to be tantalizing. How, where, when, to find
forty-nine more of them to pay for his wife's operation? Her wan face seemed
to swim before his eyes, superim-posed upon the blurred disk of the moon.
He turned back and looked up at the building front across the park. There were
a few lights here and there. One on the fourth floor, two in adjacent windows
on the eighth. He tried to remember the exact slant of the telescope. It would
have pointed, he guessed, at the fifth or sixth floor.
Suddenly, on the sixth floor, he saw a light that glowed and disappeared,
showed once more, dimly. A flashlight, he thought. He didn't see it again.
Several minutes passed.
Then out of the entrance of the building, two men walked rapidly to the parked
car. One carried a small bag.
Curiosity overcame caution in the little man beside the tele-scope. It was
partly a dim hope that if he could get the license number of that car, a
description of all three of the men, there might be a reward. But mostly it
was curiosity.
He swung the telescope around as quickly as he could, gave the focusing screw
a slight twist with a practiced hand, aimed.
As the distant scene leaped suddenly into view as though it were only a few
yards away, the men were climbing into the car.
They looked tough. One had a long jagged white scar just above his collar. He
had a long thin nose and little ratty eyes. The other man, who was getting in
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beside the driver, had a fat pudgy face. Through the telescope the little man
could make out the baggy wrinkles under his eyes, could almost count the hairs
in his toothbrush mustache.
He got ready to swing the telescope to follow the car. He wouldn't be able to
catch the license plates until it had moved almost a block. But anyway he
could identify all three of the men, anywhere, any time. They seemed almost
close enough to reach out and touch.
He saw the man who used the telescope start the car. It seemed so close that
he was surprised for an instant not to be able to hear the sound of the motor.
Then the driver turned, looked out over the park toward the lake, toward the
telescope. The little man could see his lips moving in what seemed to be
silent curses. The driver pointed toward the telescope and said something to
the two other men.
Obviously, plans were changed. The car made a U-turn on the boulevard and
headed toward the drive leading into the park.
It had to go a few blocks out of its way to get at him, but it was coming
toward the man with the telescope.
For a moment he stood petrified. The car was roaring down the straight stretch
toward him before he moved. Then he began to run blindly out across the grass,
away from the drive.
Brakes screeched. A gun barked and a bullet buzzed past his left car like an
angry hornet.
Two automatics were barking now--they did not dare take time to get out of the
car and run after him, so they were firing from the drive. But the light was
uncertain, and he had presence of mind enough to zigzag a bit.
And then another sound, a welcome sound, came to his ears--the shrill sirens
of squad cars. They seemed to come from three directions, converging upon the
park. Two of the cars came into sight on the boulevard and swung into two
different driveways into the park.
As suddenly as they had started, the automatics ceased to bark. The big black
car roared into motion again--but a squad car blocked its way, swinging around
to block the drive, a revolver firing at the robbers' car.
The windshield shattered, and the car came to a stop with squealing brakes. A
second squad car pulled up behind it. Two detectives from the third car were
running toward it across the grass, one of them carrying a submachine gun.
A salvo from the big car made the man with the gun go flat on his belly, and
he started firing from that position. The staccato of the gun drowned out the
short sharp barks of the pistols. A row of holes six inches apart appeared in
the side of the big car.
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