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Even before his mind had rounded out the idea, he thrust one hand into his trousers pocket and pulled out the six slugs he had taken from the revolver.
He considered them with brooding eyes, brows bunched as his brain grappled with the problem and tried to find some solution.
He said: `` The crazy fool '', half aloud.
He put the shells on the table, as though he could no longer bear to hold them.
He thought: Where the hell could he have gone??
How can I find him??

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