Part 8 (1/2)
They worked back up the highway, crossed over, and took to the hills
Thirty minutes later they were on the streets of Barclay, reasonably safe as long as they were quick to step off the sidewalk for the occasional Invader
The first ”post office,” a clothesline near their exit, told the - the line was bare They went to the bus station Cleve studied the notices posted for inhabitants while Art went into the s of every sort, ht: ”Killroy was here” The hteen inches below it and six to the right was an address; ”1745 Spruce - ask for Mabel”
He read it as 2856 Pine - one block beyond Spruce
Art passed the address to Cleve, then they set out separately, hurrying to beat the curfew but proceeding with caution - at least one of theh They met in the back yard of the translated address Art knocked on the kitchen door It was opened a crack by a lad to see them ”Well?”
'We're looking for Mabel”
”nobody here by that name”
”Sorry,” said Art ”We must have made a hts are getting longer”
”They'll get shorter by and by,” the ot to think so, anyhow,” Art countered
”Come in,” the man said ”The patrol may see you” He opened the door and stepped aside ”My na for a man named Benz He may have sneaked into town this afternoon and found soot in about an hour ago and he's holed up with a character named Moyland” As he spoke he removed a half loaf of bread froe, producing two sandwiches He did not ask if they were hungry; he simply handed them to Art and Cleve
”Thanks, pal So he's holed up Haven't you done anything about it? He has got to be shut up at once or he'll spill his guts”
'We've got a tap in on the telephone line We had to wait for dark You can't expect ood boys just to shut his mouth unless it's absolutely necessary”
”Well, it's dark now, and we'll be the boys you mentioned You can call yours off”
”Okay” Hobart started pulling on shoes
”No need for you to stick your neck out,” Art told hiet your throat cut, too I'll take you”
”What sort of a guy is this Moyland? Is he safe?”
”You can't prove it by me He's a blackHe's not part of the organization but we haven't anything against him”
Hobart took theh a playground, where they lay for several h many more backyards, back alleys, and dark byways The man seemed to have a nose for the eneh a cellar door into a private hoh a roo a baby She looked up, but otherwise ignored them They ended up in a dark attic ”Hi, Jim,” Hobart called out softly ”What's new?”
Theout into the night through opera glasses held to slots of a ventilating louvre He rolled over and lowered the glasses, pushi+ng one of a pair of earphones frodrunk, it looks like”
”I'd like to knohere Moyland gets it,” Hobart said ”Has he telephoned?”