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recognized me, did not admit it until I came up to him. "Dr. Schultz?"
"Ah, yes!" He did not ask my name. "Shall we look for a restful spot? I fmd
that I enjoy the quiet of the apple orchard. Shall I ask our host to have a
small table and a couple of chairs placed back in the trees?"
"Yes. But three chairs, not two."
Gwen had joined us. "Not four?"
"No. I want Bill to watch our chattels, as he did before. I see an empty
table over there; he can pile stuff on it and around it."
Soon we three were settled at a table that had been moved for us back into
the orchard. After consulting, I ordered beer for the Reverend and for me. Coke
for Gwen, and had told the waitress to find the young man with the bundle and
give him what he wanted-beer. Coke, sandwiches, whatever. (I suddenly realized
that Bill might not have eaten today.)
When she left, I dug into a pocket, pulled out that thousand-crown note,
gave it to Dr. Schultz.
He caused it to disappear. "Sir, do you wish a receipt?"
"No."
"Between gentlemen, eh? Excellent. Now how can I help you?"
Forty minutes later Dr. Schultz knew almost as much about our troubles as I
did, as I held nothing back. He could help us, it seemed to me, only if he knew
the full background-so far as I knew it-on what had happened.
"You say Ron Tolliver has been shot?" he said at last
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