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The hostesses, pallid creatures of the night, were coming out as the evening progressed. The day after my murder there had been items in every paper about it, grubbed from the hospital records by the slothful newshounds who hadnt even bothered to glance at the corpse. This was foolish since my brain and larynx are armored and in my midsectionThat I know well, George, but your little two-way radio is in the top of your pointed head and I dont want you reporting to your friends just yet. Ive told you the truth. I had to take a chance that it hadnt been bugged since then. And where do they get it from?Taxes of course. The ends justify the means. I pressed the advantage.