I drove into town at nine. When I got uptown I stopped in at a filling station and loaded up the tank. I put in some oil and some water, checked the tires over. Then I drove downtown and parked at a meter. I went across to the post office. There was a pay phone there, and it was in a booth in the corner. That suited me. Getting my dime out, I noticed my fingers were trembling. That wasn’t good. I stopped and took a deep breath, another. I waited almost five minutes before I was calmed down. The way I did it was to think about the money. I just counted it off in my head. One thousand, two thousand, three thousand— Then I called old man Warren. I called his office, not his house. Maybe they tapped the phone out there, I had to figure on that. But the office would be safer. At least, I hoped so. A girl answered. “Good morning. Acme Trust.” “Mr.
