two square yellow gateposts

I said: "I doubt if it was the same man. Why would he change his name? He had a war record that could be checked." "I didn't know that. Our man's in Seattle right

now. You can talk to him when he gets back, if it means anything to you. His name is Ashterfelt." "Thanks for everything, George. It was a pretty long ten minutes."

"I might need your help some day." "The Came Organization," I said, "never needs anything from anybody." He made a rude gesture with his thumb. I left him in his

metallic gray cell and departed through the waiting room. It looked fine now. The loud colors made sense after the cell block.
chapter 16
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. The air was warm and quiet and full of the tomcat smell of eucalyptus trees. I turned in and followed a graveled road

around the shoulder of a hill, up a gentle slope, over a ridge and down the other side into a shallow valley. It was hot in the valley, ten or fifteen degrees hotter

than on the highway.

I could see now that the graveled road ended in a loop around some grass edged with stones that had been limewashed. Off to my left there was an empty swimming pool,

and nothing ever looks emptier than an empty swimming pooL Around three sides of it there was what remained of a lawn dotted with redwood lounging chairs with badly

faded pads on them. The pads had been of many colors, blue, green, yellow, orange, rust red. Their edge bindings had come loose in spots, the buttons had popped, and

the pads were bloated where this had happened. On the fourth side there was the high wire fence of a tennis court. The diving board over the empty pool looked knee-

sprung and tired. Its matting covering hung in shreds and its metal fittings were flaked with rust. I came to the turning loop and stopped in front of a redwood

building with a shake roof and a wide front porch. The entrance had double screen doors.