Childs Central Park Twlight

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brought curious neighbors outside.Someone might be watching at a window. He’d taken bigger risks.On the porch were several potted plants. He picked a small one.After waiting for a car to splash past in the street, he threw the ten-pound terra-cotta pot,of Dalton’s 911. He gave the dispatcher his badge number and explained the situation. “I need paramedics and some jakes here sooner than soon.” As an afterthought he said, “Jakes are uniformed officers.”“I know,” she said.“I’m sorry,” he said. with plant, through one of the living-room windows. The consequent crash-clink-clatter of exploding and falling glass ought to have attracted attention in the most mind-your-.He drew bristling from the sash. Then he climbed inside through the window, thrusting aside the drapes, knocking over a pedestal and a vase, blundering as though he had never been in the Laputa house before.He had his story now. In answer to the cry for help that had come through the broken bedroom window, he had rung the bell, pounded on the door. When he received no response, he broke a window, went upstairs, and found Maxwell Dalton.This concoction had the texture not of smooth sweet truth but of a cow pie; however, it was his cow pie, and he was going to serve it with enthusiasm.After returning to the front porch by the more conventional route of the door, in consideration