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something you can never cope with as easily as simple infidelity. Guilty of sexual promiscuity, or not guilty of it, Walter Paige was beyond her love or forgiveness or scorn; he was gone, dead, murdered, torn from her violently and without choice. The scars would be deeper now, perhaps more permanent, and some of the fine fresh innocence would be forever lost; she was the little country girl raped by the big city and the California promise—an old story, an old cliché, and it made you feel sour and empty to know that the old stories and the old clichés came about because they were realities of life that happened again and again . . .
    An ambulance, without siren and without its red light in operation, pulled onto the motel grounds; behind it was a gray Buick with a single occupant. The young cop went over to tell them where to go, and they went there; the guy from the Buick—probably the county coroner or an assistant, judging from the black bag he carried— rapped on the cottage door and was admitted. The ambulance attendants, in white, stood around out front and smoked, waiting.
    A large crowd had gathered out on Ocean Boulevard, and the patrol unit had its hands full keeping traffic moving and the milling people out of the way. The second uniform was still holding the small knot of motel guests off to one side of Number 9. After a while Quartermain put his head out of the cottage door and called to the ambulance attendants. They went in with a stretcher and came out a couple of minutes later with Paige strapped to it and put him inside the ambulance and took him away into the night.
    Quartermain appeared again and motioned up to me. When I got down there, he said quietly, "Okay, you can tell your story now."
    So I told him why Judith Paige had hired me, and gave him her San Francisco address; I explained what I had seen and done on this day, describing the balding man Paige had met in the park and relating what Orchard told me. When I was finished with all of that, I asked him to be gentle with Judith Paige when he talked to her; and I told him why.
    He studied me for a time. "She must have made quite an impression on you."
    "Yeah," I said.
    "Well," he said, "you can rest your mind—all right?"
    "All right."
    "Now let's go over things a little. You didn't see anybody come or go while you were watching the cottage here, is that right?"
    "Yes."
    "And you were at the window the whole time."
    "Yes. I didn't even think about the rear entrance until just before I found him. Maybe, if I had, I could have prevented what happened."
    "You blaming yourself?"
    "There wouldn't be any point in that."
    "No, there wouldn't," Quartermain said. "Did you go inside the cottage when you found Paige?"
    I nodded. "I thought maybe the killer was somewhere nearby. I went out to the rear, but the beach was deserted."
    "Touch anything?"
    "No. I used my handkerchief when I went through the sliding door."
    "Did you look around inside?"
    "A little."
    "Notice anything that might help us?"
    "I don't think so."
    "Okay. Any idea who this bald guy might be?"
    "None at all."
    "You heard nothing of his conversation with Paige?"
    "They had their heads too close together."
    "Like old friends?"
    "Like that."
    "Maybe Mrs. Paige knows him."
    "It's possible."
    "Did you notice where the guy went when they broke it up?"
    "North through the park. I didn't see him leave it. I was concentrating on Paige, and he left a minute or two later."
    Quartermain ran a hand through his iron-gray hair and looked at the palm as if he expected to find something there. "I guess that's about all," he said. "Thanks for the cooperation. We appreciate it."
    "I was a cop once," I said. "I know how tough it can be."
    "San Francisco force?"
    "For fifteen years."
    "How come you quit?"
    "It's a long story," I said. "Look, I imagine you'll want to check me out up there. You can talk to Lieutenant Eberhardt, in General Works. I think he'll vouch for me."
    "I'll do that," Quartermain said.