es　in　literature。　All　that　writing　must　have　worn　me　out；　I'm　not　as　young　as　I　used　to　be；　you　know。

When　I　woke　and　saw　that　the　patch　of　sun　which　usually　lies　on　the　floor　at　six　in　the　morning　had　made　it　all　the　way　up　to　the　foot　of　my　bed；　I　hit　the　deck　in　a　hurry；　so　alarmed　I　hardly　noticed　the　arthritic　flare　of　pain　in　my　hips　and　knees　and　ankles。　I　dressed　as　fast　as　I　could；　then　hurried　down　the　hall　to　the　window　that　overlooks　the　employees'　parking　lot；　hoping　the　slot　where　Dolan　parks　his　old　Chevrolet　would　still　be　empty。　Sometimes　he's　as　much　as　half　an　hour　late　…

No　such　luck。　The　car　was　there；　gleaming　rustily　in　the　morning　sun。　Because　Mr。　Brad　Dolan　has　something　to　arrive　on　time　for　these　days；　doesn't　he？　Yes。　Old　Paulie　Edgebe　goes　somewhere　in　the　early　mornings；　old　Paulie　Edgebe　is　up　to　something；　and　Mr。　Brad　Dolan　intends　to　find　out　what　it　is。　What　do　you　do　down　there；　Paulie？　Tell　me。　He　would　likely　be　watching　for　me　already。　It　would　be　smart　to　stay　right　where　I　was　。。。　except　I　cou