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man who cavorted naked with adolescents of both sexes, as in some gross parody of more conventional porn, appeared to be Ellison Seabright himself. At a second look it did not appear to be him. The monumental man in the film looked as big as Ellison and resembled him facially but was even older, with a fringe of white hair round his massive head. Now and then he could be seen casting a look toward the hidden camera that must have done the filming through one of the concealed ports in the playroom wall. It was recognizably the playroom-lounge of this very house where the action was going on. The huge old man knew without a doubt that the camera was there. He was intending to watch himself in action later, evidently thus doubling his enjoyment of these acts. Here we did not have your common garden variety of senior citizen. Mr. Thorn, no stereotype of the golden years himself, had no doubt at all that he was beholding the image of Delaunay Seabright.

      The broken safe had yielded up perhaps a dozen cans of film in all, with an equal number of videotape cartridges. A sampling of three, four, five, six of these containers showed no essential variation in content, though the supporting cast appeared to be always different. With one exception. Several times the same lean, dark man of thirty or thereabouts appeared—otherwise the players were all quite young and interchangeable, coming and going like seasonal flowers in a vase.

      After the sixth sample, Thorn turned off the projector and sat in darkness trying to think. He could feel that sunny daylight had come, aboveground, but that did not concern him here. His course of breaking into the safe, despite its first feeling of instinctive rightness, was proving to be of no apparent help. The sad secrets of the safe seemed to have nothing to do at all with Mary Rogers or her death. Nor did they explain why Seabright or anyone else would have any reason to want to eliminate Thorn. Nothing here to tell Thorn who was guilty, where to start a search…

      A faint sound, aboveground, out of doors but near the house. A car had stopped.

      Someone else was coming to the mansion.

* * *

      There was no hurry on this job, no need to be furtive. As former butler-bodyguard in the house, the man called Brandreth still had a set of keys. If the police or the FBI or reporters should be watching the place this morning, he could tell them he had been sent by Ellison Seabright to check on things, and Ellison Seabright would back him up.

      Brandreth eased his car to a stop outside the iron gates, and got out to unlock them. Even before he stopped, he had noticed the other car, parked a little distance away on the other side of the road. Whoever was watching the place from over there wasn’t trying to be very subtle about it. Brandreth of course would go on in, the perfectly respectable servant doing a job. Only when he was in the house and sure, very sure, that he was alone, would he get on with his real job and go to open the small hidden safe that Gliddon had told him of…

      A couple of hours earlier, about dawn, Brandreth had met Gliddon in a small town in northern Arizona, to get keys and instructions. Brandreth had been at the door of the dingy hotel room, leaving, when Gliddon called him back. “And, listen, if you ever get any ideas about seeing what’s on those tapes and films and putting them to use yourself—”

      â€śNot me, boss. Not me.”

      â€śâ€”then you can go right ahead and try. They’re not worth a cent, get me? I’d go and take care of them myself if that was the case, even if I am supposed to be missing. They’re just something that could mean trouble for whoever is found in possession of them, and Seabright tells me he wants ’em out of the house. So get ’em and dispose of ’em, and I mean thoroughly.”

      â€śI will. I—”

      â€śHow are you going to do it?”

      Brandreth, with an inward sigh, leaned his large body against the doorframe. Gliddon’s stare always unnerved him and he tried to take a relaxed pose in order not to show it. “Want me to bring ’em here?”

      â€śAll the way up here? No. I won’t be here anyway, I have to disappear again. Just tear them up, burn them, scatter the ashes. Then stay in Phoenix, where I can get hold of you by phone. I may have another job for you soon.”

      Brandreth looked a question.

      â€śNo, I don’t think it’ll involve wasting anybody, this time. Never can tell, though.”

      â€śI did all right on that Blazer, huh?”

      â€śI guess.” Gliddon looked meditative. “It just bothers me that the guy we were supposed to get wasn’t in it after all. Maybe we shouldn’t have been so cute, using delayed timers and all.”

      â€śThat was your—”

      â€śI know, my idea.” Gliddon spoke very patiently and reasonably. “I just didn’t want your thing going off in the hotel garage, injuring innocent bystanders and all. Too much heat gets generated that way. It’s bad publicity. Well, it looks like maybe we got rid of Thorn anyway; he may still be running. And I don’t think our employer’s really unhappy either that we blew up that bothersome broad. Teach her to go out with strangers.” And Gliddon had smiled.

      Brandreth, watching, felt something like a shudder, purely internal. Even if Gliddon was not as big, and a queer besides, Brandreth was afraid of him.

* * *

      Now, several hours later, Brandreth going calmly about his butler’s business had just got the iron gate unlocked when he heard a car door from across the road. He looked up and saw that a lone man had just got out of the vehicle, an ancient sort of wreck, that was parked over there. The man was walking across the road toward

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