whistled. "They barely make the minimum!"
102 "They're all models," explained Bullet. "They share two of the
apartments. It's their off-season right now, so they get a break. When
they're working it's rare that two of them are home at the same time."
103 They entered his apartment and Bullet picked up the phone, dialing
a number. "This is Gray Crow, 241
West Thunder Avenue, Apartment 304. I won't be needing my furniture any
more. You can pick it up any time after the first of the month. Yes,
it's been nice doing business with you, too. If I'm in the area again,
I'll be glad to rent from you."
104 He hung up, called the phone company, and told them to disconnect.
"I'll be down before the end of the month," he promised, "to settle the
bill. I can't give you a forwarding address; I don't know where I'm
going. That takes care of that! Just put those things on the mantle in
a box. I'm going to change into some of my own clothes. Just be a
minute!"
105 "Mind if I come in?" asked The Young Speaker.
106 Bullet looked surprised, but nodded yes. The Young Speaker looked
the other way while he put on fresh underwear, then watched him select
pants, shirts, and socks. When he opened a sliding panel and took out a
shoulder holster containing an automatic, and began to put it on, The Young Speaker came over. There were eight more
pistols and five rifles in the hidden cabinet. "Tools of the trade!"
remarked Bullet.
107 He took some shirts from a drawer, put them in the bottom of a box,
put the rest of the pistols in it, and covered them with more shirts.
He cleaned out the rest of his drawers, threw the rest of his shirts in
another box, took a small trunk from the bottom of the closet and put
the rifles in it, and several boxes of ammunition. "The bedding's not
mine," he remarked. "The Maid Service changes it, twice a week."