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Partly it was the idea of staying holed up in that crummy dump when I had enough dough not to buy a good-sized hotel, but mostly it was pat. Ah, she and I were washed up anyway, even if she didn't know it. And when you're washed up with a dame almost, but when it's a kind of belly ache and she was doing it's enough to get you set for a canvas course. It's the future I'm worried about, Frankie. Oh, what's the matter with the future? It doesn't look like you'll ever be on any bread lines. No, I don't mean that. I mean our future, yours and mine. Well, stop worrying about it. I can't. You didn't have to do it, Frankie. What do you mean I didn't have to do it? The guy had his coat, we were walking out of the place with a bag full of dough and all of a sudden he steps around the corner and slaps a light in my face. But you didn't have to kill him. Oh, I suppose I should have given him cab fare to the police headquarters. He'd have put the finger on us, don't you understand that? He'd have given the description to the cops and a good description is all those guys' needs because sooner or later, sister, they get you. I don't know, Frankie. I just never figured you'd ever do a thing like that. Ah, stop it. Look, you've been going out on these jobs with me for over a year now. You know what the score is. What do you think we carry a gun for, for looks? Yeah, but this is different, Frankie. This is murder. All right, so it's murder and the only difference to your murder and what you've been doing is that murder gets you to work. An armed robbery only gets you 10 to 20. Doesn't it even bother you? Oh, why should it? A guy I don't know the first thing about, a guy that just had the tough luck to be working late in the joint. We stacked out the crack. A guy I don't even see his face. I don't know what he looks like even now. He was a man, though, Frankie. He was a human being. So what? Guys are knocked off every day. Guys, you don't know anything about it, only what you read in the paper. And do you worry about it? You do not. I don't like it, Frankie. I don't like any part of it. But you like that 50 grand in the suitcase over there. You like that all right, don't you? I'm not so sure, Frankie. Oh, I'm not so sure. Because I was in on this, too. Maybe you don't have a conscience, but I do. A man was murdered and it was partly my fault. You don't just brush off a thing like that, Frankie. Sooner or later, it begins to work on you. Sooner or later, it begins to catch up with you. I said shut up! And when it does, you... Oh! Now forget it, will you? I'm sorry I hit you. Look, I'm a little nervous now. Put yourself together, will you? Anyway, it's time to go out and get the papers. Come on, come on. Run down for them like a good kid, will you? All right. And see if you can give me a couple of packs of cigarettes while you're at it. All right, Frankie. And stop worrying. Nothing's going to happen. I can't help it, Frankie. Listen, Pat. Yeah? I don't like you to worry, see. Because you might get ideas. What do you mean ideas? I mean you might get some ideas about saying something to somebody. Oh, Frankie. And you know what would happen if you did get any ideas like that. You don't need to worry. Because I do know now. I went over to the window and I watched her go down the steps of the street and then start for the corner. I knew I didn't have to worry about anything yet, but having somebody around who can put the finger on you for a murder rap isn't so healthy. I was just starting on my fourth pack of cigarettes when I heard her running up the stairs. All right, all right. Hurry up, Frankie. Open the door. All right. You don't have to knock the... What's the matter? Is somebody after you? No. No, but look at the paper. Let's see. Oh, front page, huh? Paralute brokerage office. No, the picture. What about the... It's me. It's me. Listen, Pat. There's only one place in the world they could have got a picture of me. No, don't listen, Frankie. Don't you... You've hurt me. Look what it says. What about it? Look at it. Look what it says under it. Philip Abel accountant shot down... No. It couldn't be. It can't be. It is, though, Frankie. It's the man you killed. It couldn't be, I tell you. Why, that's me. It's exactly like me any way you look at it, even though where the hair is parted, look. Why, it's some kind of a mistake or something. You know it isn't, Frankie. How could it be? I don't know. I don't have any picture of you. You told me you never had any taken. You said you'd been smart. You hadn't let him take your picture since you were a kid. That's right. I never did. But it's almost exactly like me. I couldn't tell a difference myself. It's just one of those freak things. The guy you didn't know or care about. The guy who wasn't going to bother your conscience one little bit. The guy you killed turns out to be your double. Yeah. Sort of like killing yourself. Shut up. I told you it's not so easy to kill a thing without... Come on, give me that paper. Frankie, listen. What are you trying to do? I'm tearing up that picture, see. And now... I'm burning it. See? And it's over with. It's forgotten, see. It's nothing but a little pile of ashes. I never heard of the guy. I don't know the first thing about him. I don't even remember his name. I do. It was... Shut up! I don't want to hear about it. Ever. Maybe I should have let her talk about it then that she wanted to. If I'd really got the thinking about the face in that picture it might have made some difference. I don't know. It might have saved my life, but... I don't know. Between the acts of suspense this is Ken Niles with a friendly suggestion. Now that summer is over this is the time when friends drop by to say hello again and swap vacation yarns with you. 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And now Roma wines bring back to a Hollywood soundstage day and clock until the day I die. A tale well calculated to keep you in suspense. I won't say it didn't get under my skin because it did. To bump a guy off and then to see his picture in a paper the next day. And it's a picture of yourself a feature for feature. This spittin' image. I guess it would get anybody. But it was like Pat said, just one of those freak things, so what was the use of worrying about it? What was worrying me more right now was that somebody must have seen us making our getaway because the cops knew it was a man and a woman who pulled the job, and that wasn't good. It meant that we were just that much easier to spot. It meant that with 50 grand in a suitcase under the bed we still had to stay cooped up in that crummy rooming house day after day waiting for the heat to slack off. And finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. Yeah, but Frankie, I thought you said... I know, I know what I said, but I'm going nuts in this place. I gotta get out. All right. It'll mean we have to separate for a while. Separate, Frankie. Now keep your shirt on. Well, yeah. We can't hang around here, so one of us goes to Chicago and the other one goes to Philly. You take your share of the dough and I... I don't want any share, Frankie. Are you still beefing about that? That I killed a guy? I just don't want the money, Frank. All right, all right. Take a couple of grand and anything you want enough to last your while. But you're getting out of town, see? All right, Frank. But I got enough money. Okay, okay, have it your way. You go to the Allerton and Philly. You know the place now, and you wait for me there. For how long, Frankie? A month, two months. How do I know until it cools off? I'll get in touch with you and when the heat's off I'll meet someplace like KC or St. Louis and then we'll head to the West Coast, right? Frankie. Yeah? You won't forget to show, will you, Frankie? Because if you're going to, I'd rather know it now. Forget you, baby. When you're the one person in the world who can put the finger on me for murder, don't worry, baby. I won't forget you. I walked Pat to the subway station a couple of blocks from where the room was and I said goodbye to her there. Then I bought me a couple of ready-to-wear suits, a few shirt shoes, and the rest of the trimmings and I stuffed everything in a brand-new Gladstone and hopped the bus for the railroad terminal. I wasn't doing anything or thinking anything. I was just sitting there in a bus on a seat all by myself, looking out the window and up front somewhere the kid was hollering. I didn't pay any attention to him. I figured the kid would just call into his old man to come and sit down or something. I went right on looking out the window. Then all of a sudden, I felt a tug on my sleeve and the kid was there hollering at me. I turned around quick and Neil and I, beside me on the seat, was a blonde curly-haired kid about four or maybe five years old. I don't know much about kids' ages. He was laughing and yet there was thick tears running on his cheeks. I don't go much for kids, but there was something about this particular character Hey, now wait a minute. Just a second, kiddo. I'm afraid you've got to... What's got into you jumping up on that seat and shouting at the gentleman? It's daddy, mommy. It's my daddy. Daddy? I'm awfully sorry. Oh, no. She was standing there just like I'd seen her a million times with that long, blond hair in those big, expressive eyes. Yes, I'd seen her before, but always with my eyes closed. This was the first time I'd ever seen her with my eyes open. Is it so crazy? Haven't you got some kind of a person in your mind that you've always dreamed about? Her eyes were fastened on my face, wide and full of expression. I couldn't figure it, but you got very pale and licked your lips and then she began to sway and I jumped up and I grabbed her. I'm all right. Thank you. Maybe I will. Sit here, mommy. I'll move over. That's this gentleman's seat, daddy. Oh, that's okay, kitty. You stay put. There's plenty of room here for the three of us. All right, if you insist. I do insist. It is daddy, isn't it, mommy? No, darling. I'm afraid it isn't. I'm so sorry. You must think we're both a little insane. No, I only looked for a minute there as if you saw a ghost or something. I'm afraid for a moment I felt you were a ghost. Me, a ghost? Yes, I... No, it sounds perfectly ridiculous, but for a moment there, I thought you were my husband. Oh, oh, now I get that daddy routine. Yes, it's almost uncanny, but he was the image of you. Very image. The image of me? Yeah, only... See, he's dead. Huh? Teddy hasn't quite gotten used to the idea yet. That's why he mistook you for his daddy. Killed only about a week ago. About a week ago? Yes, perhaps you read about it in the newspapers. Philip Able? Killed by a hoodlum who was robbing the brokerage office where he worked. There was a terrible knot inside my stomach. I tried to speak, but the words got lost somewhere in my throat. I looked down at the kid with the blonde curly hair the cutest kid I'd ever seen in my life, and I... I was a guy who killed his daddy. I kept thinking, this kid is what my kid would have looked like. I had to get a grip on myself. The right side was the coincidence. I happened to get on the same bus with the wife of the guy I shot down in the bank, but how was I supposed to know he had a beautiful wife and a curly-haired kid when I shot him? To me, he was just a Joe who stood in my way. So it was a coincidence, that's all. Anyway, I was getting off the bus at the end of the line catching a train for Chicago, and that would be that. Well, they rode almost as far as a railroad station, and we sat there and we talked about a lot of different things. It wasn't hard to talk to her somehow, and that kid. And then finally, they were getting up to leave. And then the kid reached up, and he did something no kid had ever done to me before. He kissed me. If you ever come back to this place, Mr. King, we'd live right down this block, seventh house from the corner. I'll remember that. Goodbye, Mr. Daddy. Goodbye, son. I bought my ticket to Chicago one way. I went down and got aboard the train, and the porter showed me my seat. But I couldn't get myself to sit down in it. I went out and stood on the platform. I stood there a long time. I tried not to think about her. I tried not to remember her face, and the kid's face with all those tears. But it was no good. There was everything I've wanted all my life, a home, a kid, and the right girl, the girl. And why not? If she'd married Abel, she'd marry me, wouldn't she? Wasn't I the very image of the guy? Didn't she say that herself? Didn't the kid even call me daddy? Why not? Porter. Hey, uh, get my bag. Well, we're getting ready to pull out. I'll get my bag off this train. Yes, sir. Oh, hi, Teddy. Hi. Oh, gee. I thought you were on your way to Chicago. Uh, there was a wire waiting for me when I got to the station that told me that the business deal I had there had been called off, so there wasn't any need of me going. And then I remembered your invitation. I certainly never expected it to be filled so soon. Well, it's too soon. I'll go on out. Don't be silly. Come in. Gee, I'm glad you're home. I... I'm... I went into the house, it was everything I knew it would be. Neat, well furnished, nothing overdone, just a real solid home. And we went into the living room, and there in a big silver frame on a baby grand piano was the same picture that had appeared in the newspaper. A picture of him. That's Phillip. He does look like you, doesn't he? Yeah, he does. He does. Quite a lot. You've been hardly blaming Teddy very much, can you? Me? No, I... I guess I can't. After those first few uneasy moments, I guess you could say everything settled down a routine. I became a regular visitor. She and Teddy called me Frank, and I called a barber, and I had dinner with her a couple of times a week, and we went to the movies, and the shows, and even a couple of night spots together. But I feel funny about moving in on a wife and a kid of a guy, but why should I? The guy was still a total stranger to me, wasn't he? And whenever she brought up the subject, I just ducked it. And she wasn't bringing it up so often now. From now on, it was just a matter of time. Except for one thing. One little thing. So about two months after I met her, I told her how I had to go away on business. Where, Frank? Do you have to go far? Oh, just to Philly, that's all. Philly, I feel that's not far. Barbara. Yes? When I come back, there's something I'd like to ask you. Ask me? Yeah. A question. What kind of a question, Frank? Oh, something about you and Teddy and me. Oh. Well, will you be gone long? No. What I got to do in Philly won't take long. I knew the Allerton Hotel in Philly like I knew the inside of my hat. I knew how to get in without being seen and how to get out without being seen. So I just went up to her room. Who is it? Just an old friend. Hi, baby. Oh, Frank. Take it easy, will you? Take it easy. You want to let me in? Oh, sure. Sure. Come on in. Oh, Franky, I thought you... I thought maybe you wouldn't. Yeah, but I did, didn't I? You look relaxed and happy. Yeah, I'm happy. Now, what have you been doing with yourself, Pat? Oh, just waiting. Well, nice and private here. Yeah. I guess we better get it over with. Get what over with? I'm afraid I have some bad news for you, Pat. Bad news? Yeah. I'm going to have to kill you. Kill me? Oh, Franky. Franky always did have a lousy sense of humor. Only don't kid that way. Yeah. Oh, I'm not kidding. Franky, put away that gun. For heaven's sake. Sorry, Pat. But why? What have I done? Nothing yet. What then? You see, Pat, I... I met a girl. This is different. She's a wife. Was the wife of a guy named Phillip Abel. Phillip Abel? That's the man you killed. You see, Pat, you got too good a memory. But I wouldn't talk. Franky, you know I wouldn't talk. There's a chance I can't take Pat because now I'm not taking any chances. So now I'm going to be happy. Happy? How could a thing like you be happy? A cold-blooded butcher like you. You think all you got to do is spill enough blood around and you'll get what you want. You'll be happy. Happy, try and be happy with all the blood you've got on your hands. You'll never be happy until the day you die. Through? Yeah. Go ahead. Kill me. Murderer? I will. I was back that same night but I didn't go around to see Barbara until the next day. I called and she asked me over to dinner. And afterwards I helped her put the kid to bed and he kissed me goodnight. Then I sat down with her on the couch in the front room. Well, Frank? It's about that question that I told you I was going to ask you when I came back. What is the question, Frank? It's, uh... Barbara, will you marry me? Oh. Is that all you got to say? Well, no. No, it isn't. But what? Well, I've got to have a little time to think about it, Frank. Think about it? Yes. You must have known I was going to ask you. Yeah, I suppose I did. But it's still a pretty serious question to answer. Just like that, Frank. Well... Is it that you don't love me enough to marry me? Is that it? It's not just a question of myself. Well, what is it then? It's Teddy. Teddy? Why? He's crazy about me. I know he is, but things are easy. Simple for a child. I'm the one who has to think about his future. I can take care of his future? Well, I know you can financially. I believe that. Well, what other way is there? That's what I sometimes wonder if you know, Frank. You see, you're a little different from other men I've known. You're from a little rougher mold, a little harder. Oh, I can be changed. I can... I think you can, but... I want to be sure first, Frank. I want to be sure that Teddy's father, his second father, isn't just a successful man, but that he's a good man. Like his first father? Yeah. And what did he have that I don't have? Hmm? Since you ask, he... had a lot of struggle in his life. Struggle? He was a successful public accountant when he died. But it hadn't been easy for him. He'd had to work his way through college. He was an orphan. He'd been adopted, you see. Real name was Lundin. Lundin? His real parents were killed in an accident when he was less than Teddy's age. They lived on a farm in a little town called Hemley, Vermont. Farm in Hemley, Vermont? Yes. Do you know the place? Lundin. Lundin. When he was adopted by a family called Able, he didn't even remember it himself. He was too small. They told it. Frank. Frank, where are you going? Frank! I started walking. I tried to put it out of my mind like I had everything else. But it was no good. It grew and grew until my head was bursting with it. Until it was the only thing she told me. So when I got back to my room, I knew what I was going to have to do. And I sat down to write this. To tell her before I do it. It wasn't just what I'd done. It wasn't realizing that a man with another man's blood on his hands can't be a fit father to that man's kid. Or a fit husband to that man's wife. It was what she had told me. A kid named Lundin. A farm in Hemley, Vermont. And I remember I knew now why I looked like Philip Able. Because I had I had been a kid named Lundin. And a farm in Hemley, Vermont. I had been adopted by a family named Cain and I'd grown up. But in reform schools mostly. 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