Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine, December 1956 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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moment when he stood above Anne’s body and looked up at the stars, he had known how alone he was. The knowledge had sunk in and it would be with him al- ways, because it was. the truth. But this was the kind of closeness two people can share even in their solitude. She was not a stranger any more. He almost knew before she spoke what she would say. “Something that belongs to him,” she said, not needing to speak the name. “His Phi Beta Kappa key, with his initials and school and date. If anybody ever finds it, he’s finished. He had more of a mo- tive than anybody alive. He pulled the trigger, really, in a way.” Her smile grew tight and thin. “So now,” she said, “he moves into second place. From tonight on. I have the last word. What happened to Anne will never happen to me. I think she’d have liked that.” Cliff thought of Anne, lying there among the clasping roots. He nodded. “I think so too.” He felt much better now, much. solider, somehow, inside. Much surer of himself. In quite a firm voice, without any awkwardness in it, he said, “Well, goodnight. Goodnight, Mrs. Brewster.” “Goodnight,” she said, and watched him walk away, his heels ringing solidly on the pavement of the early morning street. Banks and Bettors One of Brazil’s great banks has a standard employment form that all tellers are required to fill out. Hidden among the mass of routine questions are two which ask: (1) What race horse do you consider the greatest that ever lived? (2) If you could have any amount of money you wished, what is the largest amount of money you would bet on this horse? When reviewing the answers the personnel department overlooks the answer to the first question. But if the answer to the second question is more than $10.00 the applicant is not hired. HERE LIES ... 15 Comicbooks.co