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"You stay here with him, Eddie." He went rapidly along the room and disappeared. The other one looked at me steadily and said out of the corner of his mouth: "Don't make any false moves, buddy." I sat down on the davenport again. The cop ranged the room with his eyes. There were sounds below stairs, feet walking. The cop with me suddenly spotted the gun' lying on the telephone table. He charged at it violently, like a downfield blocker."Bad enough, but it's getting better.""Sure."The cell block was almost brand new. The battleship gray paint on the steel walls and door still had the fresh gloss of newness disfigured in two or three places by squirted tobacco juice. The overhead light was sunk in the ceffing behind a heavy frosted panel. There were two bunks on one side of the cell and a man snored in the top bunk, with a dark gray blanket wrapped around him. Since he was asleep that early and didn't smell of whiskey or gin and had chosen the top berth where he would be out of the way, I judged he was an old lodger.