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and it was from him I found out most of the details about the brief manhunt that had ted Coffey in the first place。 The details the Intelligencer considered too gruesome to print is what I mean； of course。
Mrs。 Hammersmith was a young woman with a tired； pretty face and hands red from lye soap。 She didn't ask my business； just led me through a small house fragrant with the smell of baking and onto the back porch； where her husband sat with a bottle of pop in his hand and an unopened copy of Liberty magazine on his lap。 There was a small； sloping backyard； at the foot of it； two little ones were squabbling and laughing over a swing。 From the porch； it was impossible to tell their sexes； but I thought they were boy and girl。 Maybe even twins； which cast an interesting sort of light on their father's part； peripheral as it had been； in the Coffey trial。 Nearer at hand； set like an island in the middle of a turdstudded patch of bare； beatup…looking ground； was a doghouse。 No sign of Fido； it was another unseasonably hot day； and I guessed he was probably inside； snoozing。
〃Burt； yew…all got you a cump'ny；〃 Mrs。 Hammersmith said。
〃Allright；〃 he said。 He glanced at me； glanced at his wife； then looked back at his kids； which was where his heart obviously lay。 He was a thin man … almost painfully thin； as if he had just begun to recover from a serious illness … and his hair had started to recede。 His wife touched his shoulder tentatively with one of her red； was
