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or her leg suddenly kick out a reflex of nervous terror. And I tried to think how to murder her husband.
Comic books and contemporary literature to the contrary, murder is a sickening, insane thought a
reflection of a sick world. The very idea of one human ending the hopes, the desires, the laughter and sadness
of another human is the height of stupid conceit. Much as I hated Mac, I didn't want to kill him. Yet I had no
choice: it was either him or losing Elma... which would be the same as ending my own life.
But murder frightened me: I'd never been so frightened. I tried to think it out thoroughly.... How does one
murder? I was a layman, the rankest of amateurs, and I had to plan the greatest of all crimes the perfect
killing. One thing was for sure getting caught would be as bad as losing Elma.
My thoughts raced around in a tired circle. Undoubtedly as soon as Mac was killed, the police would get in
touch with Elma as his widow and I'd be the number-one suspect. The first thing I needed was a good
alibi. I thought of all sorts of childish things like taking a rowboat and saying I was going fishing, beaching
it on the shore and going into town and killing him, then returning to the boat and rowing in from the Sound at
the end of the day. But I knew that was a lousy alibi the cops had better trained minds than mine, they could
figure that too.
And I knew the more I planned, the more chance I had of tripping myself. What was needed was a simple
method of killing. I had one advantage Mac had never seen me, so I could approach him without warning.
But approach him where, when? Would I kill him on the street, strangle him in his sleep...?
I kept turning ideas over in my mind most of them things I'd read or seen in the movies till I had a
headache and was still no nearer having a plan. With murder there cannot be any failure.
Towards morning the dope Elma took wore off and she began to cry softly, thinking I was asleep. Her
crying was like a whip cutting my heart. I put my arms around her gently, tried to calm her. She sobbed,
Marsh, this is all so unfair to you. I wish I could control myself, I know I'm being selfish, but I can't even
think of giving up my baby.
Darling, first have the baby. If you don't stop worrying you can have a miscarriage and that would be
worse than losing the kid to Mac. You must believe that things will turn out right for us. We have to keep
riding our luck like in a crap game. When you're hot, have faith in yourself.
But maybe our meeting, our luck, was too good to last.
Don't even say that, it's going to last it has to! Elma, I have a... a hunch... things will work out. But you
have to stop all this damn worrying, getting yourself sick.
Marsh, I can almost lean on your words. Your strong arm seems like a great wall protecting us, Elma
said, kissing the muscle of my arm.
I flexed the muscle, like a kid showing off. I'd like to get my arm around Mac for a few seconds! Honey,
we'll outwit him. After all, we have two minds against his a crummy little storekeeper...
You know how it is you can think and think for days and never get any place, then one word suddenly
sets your mind in order. Soon as I said storekeeper a brace of bells went off in my brain, as if I'd hit the
jackpot in a pinball machine. All the time I'd been thinking of killing Mac and here.... Outside of a natural
death in bed, how do storekeepers die? What's an almost occupational hazard for them?
A hold-up!
Marsh, I'm such a pest and you're so good and...
Get some sleep, honey, and relax, I said, kissing her, and so wide awake I wanted to spring out of bed.
Elma turned until she was comfortable, began breathing evenly. I stared up at the darkness. A stick-up
would be simple... and nobody would connect me with it.
An unknown thug enters the store and shoots Mac during a hold-up. I might be able to hire a thug, but
that would be risky, and I hadn't the slightest idea how to go about that. No, the thug would have to be me in
disguise. A good disguise so that if he was seen in fact I wanted him to be seen he would look entirely
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different from me.
Now I had a plan. First the disguise. It would be impossible to make myself taller, but if I wore a lot of
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