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you're trying to buy out with hot air."
    "Fine. So why don't we let it go at that?" Doc said easily.
    Rudy's foot eased up on the gas. Two emotions warred within him: ingrained suspicion and inherent terror of being in want. Doc was conning him-or was he? Would a smoothie like Doc go out on a limb unless he saw a better one to grab? And-and what did a guy do when he ran out of dough, and he couldn't take it away from someone else?
    "You ain't got a thing, Doc," he mumbled. "You got something, what you got to lose by telling me about it?"
    "Very little-but what would you have to gain? Take such a simple matter as Mexico's foreign policy, its relations, I should say, on a global basis, as compared to those of its Latin-American neighbors. The situation isn't going to change any. Or if it does, it will be to a still more favorable position. It's tied directly to the monetary market-the foreign exchange rate, to use the more popular term-and with inflationary tendencies being what they are, and with gold staked at thirty-five dollars an ounce, the potential for the right kind of operator is…"
    Doc let his voice trail away. "Never mind, Rudy," he said pleasantly. "It seems simple enough to me, but I didn't really expect you to understand. It's something that's confused a great many highly intelligent people, men who were very successful in their own particular professions."
    "Like double-talk maybe?" Rudy scoffed. But he said it rather feebly. There were certain words, phrases, that rang a bell in his mind. Foreign exchange- inflationary tendencies-monetary market. The terms were identified with news stories which he invariably skipped over, but he guessed they probably meant heavy sugar to a lot of people.
    "Like double-talk," Doc was saying. "Yes, that's exactly the way it would sound to you. And I can't say that I blame you a bit. It would probably sound the same way to me if I hadn't spent most of my last four-year stretch reading up on it."
    "Well…"
    "No, it's no use, Rudy," Doc said firmly. "I wish I could. It's a good deal-and a perfectly legitimate one-and you'd have been just the right man to hold down one end of it. But I can't make it any clearer than I have, so there's nothing more to be said."
    Rudy was not a fast thinker-if the weird processes of his mind could be called thinking. But when he made a decision, he made it fast. Abruptly he dropped the gun into his pocket and said, "All right, Doc. I'm not buying just yet, but I'll take an option."
    Doc nodded. He didn't trust himself to speak.
    "I'm keeping your gun," Rudy went on. "I'm taking any iron that Carol has when she shows. We stop at night, you two get tied up. We stop for grub or something during the day, one of you stays with me. Either one of you tries anything, that'll be it. Know what I mean? Okay?"
    "I know exactly what you mean," Doc purred, "and naturally it's okay."
    They crossed a bridge over a small creek. Immediately on the other side, Rudy turned the car straight down the road's embankment, then down the bank of the creek. The wheels bounced high in the air; the steering wheel jerked and spun in his hands. Rudy fought it around to his left, heading the car up the rocky bed of the stream with its shallow trickles of water. A couple of hundred yards farther on, beneath a cloaking arbor of trees, he brought it to a stop.
    Doc took a handkerchief from his pocket, mopped at his forehead. He said mildly that he was afraid his neck was broken.
    Rudy laughed. Doc got out of the car and removed his hat, continuing the mopping process as Rudy climbed out.
    "You kill me, y'know, Doc?" Rudy was still snorting over the joke. "You really slay me sometimes. I…"
    "So what's wrong with that?" Doc said. And as Rudy burst into renewed laughter, he took a gun from his hat and fired.

    "Got him right through the heart," Doc told Carol. "One of those very rare instances where a man actually died laughing."
    "Just so he died." Carol grimaced. "That's one