Pulp Fiction, 1942 · page 93 of 116
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MR. CORPSE CALLING————————Y——_91 kill him in such a way as to resemble an accident. He didn’t know how, but he was sure it would happen in his office. You played those records over the phone. That’s why the cal] could- n’t be traced. What I want to know is, how did Hamilton know those two monkeys would try to dump me out of the window? Arnt pretended to faint. Naturally, Pd have gone to help him and McBain was ready to push me out. They’d have vanished, and to all pur- poses another D. A. would have hit the sidewalk.” Florence said, ‘Hamilton made that last recording just in case. I fol- lowed you to make certain you were accepting the suggestions to bring both men here. I was in another office when you returned, and I listened in through the annunciator. When I real- ized what was happening, I turned on the record and transmitted it through the annunciator. “You see, Mr. Abbott, Hamilton wasn’t all bad. They got him into this gradually. until he was up to his neck. What he didn’t know, was that Arnt and McBain worked hand in glove all the time. Well, it’s over now. One of that pair will crack. Will you excuse me now? I have to get some rest. Big day tomorrow—looking for a new job.” Abbott walked over and looked down at her. “You’ve got a job. You had it from the moment I walked into these offices.” Get on the Bondwagon.... Buy Bonds NOW! CoOnmmiclbooks C©