How to use "him" in a sentence

Let's drive around and see if we can find him.'

'We'll see him at the party.'

We've missed him again.'

'He didn't come to the party last night,' Leona told him

I'm afraid I'm rather worried about him

Do you know where he went? No one here has seen him since last Wednesday.'

I called him last week and left a message, but he didn't call back

He called Aron's housemate Elliot and asked him to manage the store and rescue operation until he returned

I'll call Officer Crider and give him the correct number.'

Steve gave him the latest license-plate number for Aron's truck and Officer Ekker sent his men out to look for it.

I pick him up with my left arm

Then I put him onto my shoulder and he laughs even more

Kyle thanked him and put down the phone.

Eric gives it to him.

'Keep him talking,' the pilot says to his partner.

Everyone watched him silently

It was Ned Land's voice, but we couldn't see him

We tried to move onto this strange metal object to get close to him.

Could you have a look at him?"

I asked him if he wanted to go for a walk on the ocean floor

Ned Land had his harpoon with him, but he was very busy trying to collect as many oysters as he could.

I felt sorry for him, but I loved the sea

He thought nothing could stop him, his men or his ship.

But I didn't need to stop him

The squid was about to pull him into the sea

I didn't see him for several days

Ask him if we can leave."

If you don't speak to him, I'm going to do it myself."

I had respect for him as a scientist, but he murdered those men on the other ship!

I listened to him playing the piano, and I thought I heard him say.

She could see the White Rabbit and she ran after him again

Alice followed him through the hole

She looked round for the White Rabbit, but she couldn't see him anywhere.

Alice wanted to ask him for help

'Give it to me,' said the Dodo and Alice gave it to him.

She wanted to help him, but she couldn't see the hat anywhere

He ran after her but Alice ran too fast for him

And hit him when he cries:

We call him the "Mad Hatter".'

The Queen turned away from him angrily

'Quiet!' said the Rabbit and looked all round him

The March Hare and the Mouse were quite near him and he looked at them for ideas

Two men ran after him

But the Mad Hatter ran very fast and they could not catch him.

One day a big box of bananas fell down on my daddy and killed him.

The driver asked me my name, and I told him

I told him about the idiot school.

'No,' I told him

'Mobile,' I told him.

And then I told him something that he didn't want to hear.

And Curtis was always angry, and I couldn't understand him

But one day when he had to change a wheel on the car, I helped him.

I sat and listened to him

But his foot wasn't too bad for the army to get him - and here he was.

I picked up Doyle and put him across my shoulders, then I ran towards the hill

He was holding a hand up to me - so I picked him up and ran back to the trees with him

There was blood all over him and he had two bullets in his stomach.

Bubba was dead, the shrimp business idea was dead with him

'Where do you get them?' I asked him.

Every day for the next few weeks, I went with Mr Chi (that was his name) and watched him while he worked

They were shouting unpleasant things, and then somebody threw a tomato at Colonel Gooch and it hit him in the face

I went to look for Colonel Gooch, and I found him in the middle of a group of policemen

After we put our suitcases in our rooms, the Colonel asked me to go out to a bar with him for a drink.

She looked at him and said, 'I won't get you anything - not as much as a glass of warm river-water, you pig!' Then she looked at me and said, 'And how many babies have you killed today, you big ape?'

The President was a great big old man who talked like somebody from Texas, and there were a lot of people standing round him in the flower garden.

I was just thinking of getting out of there and having some breakfast when the President said, 'Boy, is that your stomach making that noise?' So I said, 'Yes,' and the President said, 'Well, come on, boy, let's go and get something to eat!' And I followed him into the house, and a waiter got us some breakfast.

So I pulled down my trousers, turned round and showed him.

I couldn't stay with him

'What happened to him?' she asked.

I had another hour before I had to catch the bus again, so I went across and watched him

'In the jungle,' I told him.

'No,' I told him

Then I looked up and saw a woman who was standing near him.

'What do you call him?'

'Can I see him for a minute or two?'

'Of course,' said Jenny, and she called to him

First I phoned Mr Tribble and told him to give some of my money from the shrimp business to my Mom, and some to Bubba's daddy.

It is found in nearly all the published speeches of him who now addresses you

If the slave is to be surrendered, it can be of but little consequence to him or to others by which authority it is done

The chief magistrate derives all his authority from the people, and they have conferred none upon him to fix terms for the separation of the states

His duty is to administer the present government, as it came to his hands, and to transmit it, unimpaired by him, to his successor.

With malice toward none; with charity for all; with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in; to bind up the nation's wounds; to care for him who shall have borne the battle, and for his widow, and his orphan - to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace, among ourselves, and with all nations.

I ask, is it unconstitutional for a policeman or for a soldier to tender his resignation when he knows that he is called to serve a Government which traduces his own countrymen? Is it unconstitutional for me to go to the agriculturist and say to him "it's not wise for you to pay any taxes, if these taxes are used by the Government not to raise you but to weaken you?" I hold and I venture to submit, that there is nothing unconstitutional in it

I watched him through the glass in my office

Despite his appearance, I disliked this man as soon as I saw him.

Suddenly the man noticed that I was looking at him

'Who was that man?' I asked him.

He noticed me and he asked our host to introduce him to me

Our host quickly brought him over

'No,' Mr Slinkton told him

I didn't want to disturb him.'

He asked me to get the information for him

I have said that I disliked Mr Slinkton when I first saw him in the insurance office

I still disliked him

'That's not the truth,' I told him

How very sad for him!'

I was angry with myself for disliking him

I watched him for the rest of the evening and he seemed to be a good man

He talked politely to everybody and everybody seemed to like him

He told me that he had not known him for very long

I was deeply ashamed of my previous distrust of him.

As soon as I saw him I disliked him again

His family are worried about him, you see

They want him to buy a good insurance policy.'

'What is your friend's name, Mr Slinkton?' I asked him.

He wants a policy for two thousand pounds and he has asked Mr Slinkton to write a reference for him.

'But of course I can do that for him,'

I see him so often that my uncle calls him my shadow.'

'His name's Major Banks,' I told him

He's just been telling me what pleasure you both give him

'No,' I told him, 'he's not dead yet

'I'll call him.'

'How is your niece, Mr Slinkton?' I asked him quietly.

This was not a pleasant situation for him

You see, the last time you went to see Mr Sampson, I had already been to see him myself - I went to his house very early that morning

'It's not in your desk,' Beckwith told him.

'Then you're a thief,' Slinkton told him calmly

I went to Mr Sampson and told him everything

I can give you news about him - I am Meltham!' he announced triumphantly.

Slinkton now looked in horror at the man who was accusing him

'You never knew my real name,' Meltham told him

I did everything that I could to help him, but the poor man died a few months later.

Cross asked him to come and look

They saw a policeman, Constable Jonas Mizen, not far away in Baker's Row, told him about the woman, and then walked on to work

Davis ran out into Hanbury Street, where he saw some workmen and shouted, 'Men, come here!' They followed him, looked at the body from the steps, then ran to find a policeman.

when some workmen rushed towards him and told him about the dead woman

She told the deputy that she did not have any money, but asked him to keep her bed because she wanted to return with the money

But again nobody saw or heard him when he killed Annie in the light of a busy day

Constable William Smith's beat took him along Berner Street every 25-30 minutes

The man with the pipe ran after him

Schwartz thought the man was following him, but a few moments later when he looked back, there was nobody behind him.

Israel Schwartz was Jewish, so perhaps when the first man saw him, he shouted 'Lipski' to warn him aggressively to go away

He said she lived with him and her name was Elizabeth Stride

She asked him the time and he said nearly one o'clock, which was about the time of Elizabeth Stride's murder.

Mr Lawende told the police later, 'I don't think I can recognise him again.'

His beat took him there approximately every thirty minutes, so at 2.55 he was back in Goulston Street

The killer evidently took it with him and cleaned his hands on it

Mr Morris, the night watchman in the warehouse, went to the door and looked into the square 'two moments before Constable Watkins called him

Nobody knows why she did not marry him

He noticed that Mary owed him 29 shillings in rent, so he sent his assistant Thomas Bowyer to her room to ask for the money

An identikit picture of the man can be constructed from the descriptions by the few witnesses who possibly saw him

It describes him as a solitary man who worked alone, without the help of an accomplice

But there is no real evidence to connect him with the killings

Was it because Mrs Lewis's testimony appeared in the newspapers only after the inquest? When he read the report, he realised that she had seen him opposite Miller's Court

So he had to go to the police before they found him and asked him why he was there

Inspector Abbeline, a very able and experienced detective, interviewed him on November 12th - and believed his story

They found him hiding with his family and arrested him on September 10th

A young criminal called Squibby, for example, was in Hanbury Street, when a detective saw him in the crowd and chased him

The crowd followed shouting, 'Catch him!' Squibby was terrified and finally surrendered to the police for his own protection.

The townspeople, who had never seen him before, watched with interest as he stopped for water at a fountain

Children followed him to the marketplace, where he stopped for more water at another fountain

'Of course.' The innkeeper turned to look at him

He knocked on the doors of people's houses, but news of his arrival had quickly spread and nobody would offer him shelter from the cold

A few minutes later, an old woman came out of the cathedral and saw him lying there.

The old woman opened her purse and gave him a few coins

His doors were never locked, so that anybody who needed his help could find him easily.

Life had been unjust to him, and he was angry

The world had been unfair to him, and he wanted revenge

'And he told you,' the bishop finished the sentence for him, 'that an old priest had given it to him? Yes, he was telling the truth.'

So you can let him go at once.'

The bishop walked up to him and said in a low voice, 'Don't forget that you've promised to use the money to make yourself an honest man.'

But now, for the first time in twenty years, a man had shown him great kindness, and he did not know what to feel.

Valjean seemed not to hear him

The boy seized his collar and shook him

Valjean stood for some time gazing emptily around him at the sunset and the shadows moving in on him

It affected him like an electric shock

I stole money from him

That evening, she visited the dentist at the inn where he was staying, and allowed him to remove her teeth.

He was so popular that, in 1820, the townspeople elected him mayor of Montreuil.

Madeleine, and was sure that he had seen him somewhere before, many years earlier

In fact, when she saw who it was, she spat at him.

'You own the factory where I used to work!' she shouted at him

You should arrest him, not her.'

Inspector Javert walked into his office, and stood in silence waiting for him to look up from his work.

We tried to catch him, but he disappeared

Two ex-prisoners from Toulon recognized him as Jean Valjean

'Cosette?' she asked him.

Madeleine - as we shall continue to call him for this part of the story - knew that he could not let Champmathieu go to prison for crimes he had not committed

It took him more than twelve hours, and when he arrived, he discovered that Champmathieu's trial had already started

The courtroom filled with laughter and Champmathieu began to laugh himself, which did him no good at all.

At first, no one believed him, but he managed to persuade the court by skilfully questioning each of the witnesses, revealing personal information that only the real Jean Valjean could have known

Everybody stood to one side to let him pass as he made his way towards the door

Madeleine's hand tightly and begged him to protect her.

Jean Valjean (as we must now call him) shook Javert's hand from his collar and ran to the bed

'I didn't come here to argue,' Javert said, stepping back nervously, afraid that Valjean was going to attack him

'We always knew there was something strange about him,' they said

She let him carry the bucket up the hill and, as they walked back towards the village, she told him everything about her life with the Thenardiers

As they were approaching the inn, Cosette turned to him and said, 'May I have the bucket now? If Mme Thenardier sees that someone has been helping me, she'll beat me.'

He sat down and Cosette, after serving him some wine, returned to her place under the table

The next morning they gave him the bill, charging him three times the usual price for a meal and a bed for the night

They waited nervously while the man studied the bill carefully, expecting him to complain or cause trouble

Finally, she asked him, 'Do you want me to sweep the floor?'

Although he was rich, he had chosen a room in a poor part of Paris, where nobody would find him

This time, Valjean spoke to him as he gave him some money

The beggar laughed and joked with him, and Valjean returned that evening a happier man.

How could I have thought such a thing? After speaking to him this evening, I can see that he doesn't look like the inspector at all.'

It was too dangerous for him and Cosette to stay there another night

He went back upstairs for Cosette, who was waiting for him patiently, holding her doll.

Cosette took his hand, and went with him down the stairs.

But, as the church bells of the city struck eleven o'clock, something made him look back

The four men were still following him

On one side of him was a tall building, all its doors and windows covered with metal bars

He tied one end of the wire around Cosette's waist, climbed the wall and, with great difficulty, pulled the girl up behind him

But if you give the boy to me, and promise never to see him again, I'll look after him.'

Pontmercy, wanting his son to have a good life, had sadly given him to M

Gillenormand always told him that his father had been no good - that he was a poor soldier and a drunk who had abandoned him after his mother's death

His father, a brave officer who had fought for Napoleon and nearly died at the Battle of Waterloo, had really loved him and his mother very much

He went at once to visit him, but he was too late

If you ever find this man, I want you to help him in any way you can.

His grandfather often tried to send him money, but Marius always returned it

Life was hard for him, but he never forgot the promise he had made his father: that he would find Thenardier, the man who had saved his father's life, and help him in any way he could.

When girls looked at him and smiled, he thought they were laughing at his old clothes

'You shouldn't stay alone all the time,' his good friend, Enjolras, said to him

But, although he was very interested in them, they seemed not to notice him at all

'Do you know who they are?' Marius asked him one day.

She looked up when Marius passed for the second time, and gave him a casual glance

Then one day, as he was passing, thinking about nothing in particular, the girl looked up at him and their eyes met

As he walked past, he kept his eyes fixed on the girl, but she did not seem to notice him

He was sure, this time, that she had watched him as he passed

When he felt that they were near him, he looked up and saw that the girl was looking steadily at him with a soft, thoughtful gaze that made him tremble from head to foot.

Finally he left the Gardens in the mad hope of seeing her in the street, but instead he met Enjolras, who invited him to a meal.

Every day for the next month, Marius went to the Luxembourg Gardens, excited by knowing that the girl was secretly looking at him, but too shy and embarrassed to know what to do

Sometimes he stood for half an hour in a place where her father could not see him, looking at her and enjoying the small, secret smiles she sent him.

Leblanc had begun to suspect what was happening because often, when Marius appeared, he got to his feet and walked away, taking his daughter with him

Leblanc became irregular in his visits and did not always bring his daughter with him

The girl could not understand his behaviour at all, and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

He stared fiercely at him and said, 'So, it's you again! I was right

Without 'Ursula', his life had become meaningless, work disgusted him, walking tired him, solitude bored him.

Enjolras and his other friends tried to cheer him up by taking him to exciting places, but these expeditions always ended in the same way: Marius would leave the group and walk around the streets of Paris unhappily on his own.

One cold but sunny afternoon in February, Marius was walking along the street when two young girls dressed in rags ran into him

This was why he had failed to recognize the two daughters when they had run into him on the street

Approaching him, she rested a cold red hand on his shoulder and said, 'You never notice me, M

If I hurry, I might be able to catch him

Only a thin wall separated him from the family of lost souls in the room next door

I saw him with his daughter in the church, and gave him the letter

Leblanc and told him about his debts.

He went into his room, pushing the door behind him, but the door would not shut

She did not reply but stood thoughtfully looking at him, seeming to have lost all her earlier confidence

The girl looked hard at him for a minute.

'I recognized him.'

It's been eight years, but I recognized him at once.'

The desk clerk showed him into the police chief's office, where a tall man with a wide face and a thin, tight mouth was trying to keep warm next to a tire.

Finally, he asked Marius for his door key and told him to go home and hide quietly in his room so that his neighbours would think he was out.

Leblanc asked him.

'It's a work of art,' Jondrette informed him

Leblanc, but the old man was too quick for him

He managed to open it but, before he could jump, the three men jumped on him and held him to the floor.

But suddenly Thenardier cried, 'Don't hurt him!'

'Time!' cried the prisoner in a loud voice, jumping from the bed, having secretly cut the ropes that tied him

'Get him!' Thenardier shouted

Two men grabbed him by the shoulders.

She looked at him with a mixture of disappointment and sadness in her eyes.

When Jean Valjean returned from his business the following day, Cosette told him about the noises in the garden

She looked up at him, her pale face lined with misery.

Finally, he heard a small sound behind him and, turning round, he saw that Cosette was in tears.

'Please, Marius,' Cosette said as she watched him

But the old man finally raised his head and said, in a low voice, 'Show him in.'

Nothing of him was clearly visible except his face, which was calm and serious, but strangely sad.

At last! After four years! Was it really him? He wanted to open his arms and hug him, but all he said was, 'What have you come for?'

'So you said to yourself, "I'll have to go and see him, that old fool

Gillenormand moved quickly towards him, pulled him back into the room and pushed him into an armchair.

Marius opened a drawer and took out the two guns which Inspector Javert had lent him in February

At nine o'clock that evening, Marius crept into the garden of Cosette's house, but she was not there waiting for him as she had promised

'Cosette!' he cried, not caring who heard him

There was nothing for him to do except die.

Although this made him very unpopular, he thought that his opponents would be too weak to prevent him from doing what he wanted

The ordinary people liked him at first, but he soon showed that he was more interested in power for his family than democracy for his people

Having run to tell Marius that his friends were waiting for him, she was helping Enjolras and his companions to build the barricade

Before he could move, Enjolras ordered four men to search him

When they found a letter in his pocket which proved that he had been sent to spy on them, they tied him to a post inside the inn,

'You'll be shot two minutes before the barricade falls,' Enjolras informed him.

Unafraid, Marius ran through the shadows, ignoring shouts for him to stop

Someone fired a gun and a bullet hit a wall just behind him, but he didn't care.

He did not notice a soldier aiming his gun at him

Neither did he see, at the moment the soldier fired, a young boy dressed in rags jump in front of the gun and fall wounded as the bullet meant for Marius hit him in the hand.

He could not believe this was happening to him

He looked about him but, seeing no one, he started to walk away, thinking that he was imagining things.

Looking down, Marius saw a dark shape crawling along the ground towards him

A white face was turned towards him and the voice asked, 'Do you recognize me? It's Eponine.'

She showed him the bullet hole in her hand.

She rested her head on his knee and said without looking at him, 'Oh, what happiness

Then he returned to the wine shop, and opened the letter that she had given him

So she still loved him! He thought for a moment that now he must not die, but then he thought, 'She's going away.'

She was going with her father to England, and his grandfather had refused to give his permission for him to marry

She had not wanted to leave the house, but she had eventually obeyed him

As he was eating, Toussaint told him about the fighting in the city, but he did not pay much attention

He stood up and was going to leave the room when something made him stop

But this was the worst thing that had ever happened to him - someone was threatening to rob him of the only person he loved!

He went out into the night and sat on the doorstep, his heart filled with a terrible hatred for the man who was trying to steal Cosette from him

Oh, and one more thing before you go,'Valjean said when the boy had handed him the letter

'It's sad,' he murmured to Marius, who was standing next to him

'You saved a man's life by giving him your uniform

Valjean untied the rope around Javert's feet and, taking him by the belt of his coat, led him outside

Valjean, his gun in one hand, pulled Javert behind him over the barricade and into a narrow alley, where the corner of a house hid them from view

When Javert stared at him, speechless with surprise, Valjean went on, I don't suppose I'll leave here alive

Javert walked away slowly and Valjean, waiting for him to turn a corner, fired his gun into the air and returned to the stronghold.

His eyes closed and, in great pain, he felt a hand grab him as he fell.

It was Jean Valjean's hand that had caught him as he fell

He had been looking after wounded men while bullets flew all around him

When Marius had been hit, Valjean ran to him at once, grabbed him before he fell and carried his unconscious body into a small alley behind the wine shop

Valjean lowered Marius to the ground, stood with his back to the wall and looked around him.

On one side of him was the field of battle

Valjean looked desperately around him, at the house opposite, the barricade, the ground

Ahead of him lay total darkness, but he had to go on

The soldiers might discover the grille by the barricade at any moment, and come down in search of him.

Suddenly, he saw his own shadow on the floor of the passage in front of him

At last, exhausted, he stopped beneath a large grille that brought him much-needed light and fresh air

Finally, when even his great strength was beginning to fade, he saw ahead of him a light - the clear light of day

There was no way out and, as all hope of escape left him, he began to think of Cosette.

He looked up and saw a man dressed in old clothes standing beside him

Valjean did not show that he recognized the man, and saw with relief that Thenardier had not recognized him.

When Valjean was outside, Thenardier closed the gate behind him and disappeared, like a rat, into the darkness of the sewers.

Then, just as he was bending to splash water from the river on Marius's face, he was aware of someone else standing behind him

Although the man's face was hidden in shadow, Valjean recognized him as Inspector Javert.

Valjean told him his name and stood, without moving, as Javert approached and stared into his eyes.

'Will you help me to take him home?' Valjean said

'That's where we need to take him.'

Javert shouted to the driver who was waiting for him to bring his carriage close to the river

We're bringing him in.'

Javert, Valjean and the driver carried Marius into the house and laid him gently on a sofa in M

He understood, and went downstairs with Javert close behind him

Then he pulled down the window in front of him.

I try to be good to him, and this is how he rewards me!'

The old man walked to the window and, while he complained to the night about the pain and grief his grandson had caused him, the doctor arrived

Marius, meanwhile, tried to make sense of what had happened to him

He could not understand why nobody could tell him how he had been saved

He noticed his grandfather's tenderness towards him, but he could not forget the old man's unfairness and cruelty to his father, who had died penniless and unloved

I knew you were angry with me, and I thought, "What can I do to make him love me?" Then I thought, "I can give him Cosette." I wanted to invite her to see you, but the doctor warned me that you would probably get too excited

She wanted to throw herself into Marius's arms, but was unable to move, afraid to show the world that she loved him.

Despite enjoying an occasional conversation with him, he found something strange about the old man

He could not believe that this was the same man he had seen at the barricade all those months ago - it seemed like a bad dream to him.

He was, without doubt, a bad man, but Marius had promised his father to find him and help him

Marius's attempts to find him also ended in failure, and the true story of his escape from the barricade remained a complete mystery to him.

'It is yours,' Valjean reminded him.

She had Marius, and she would be happy with him for the rest of her life!

He was proud of having helped to bring her happiness with Marius, but another thing troubled his soul: the fact that nobody, not even Cosette, knew the truth about him

Marius hugged Valjean warmly, addressed him as 'father' and invited him to lunch, but Valjean shook his head and said, 'Monsieur, I have something to tell you.'

Marius listened quietly as Valjean told him everything about his life

When he refused to kiss her cheek, she began to feel unhappy, afraid that she had done something to offend him

She stopped calling him 'father' or asking him questions

As 'Monsieur Jean', he gradually became a different person to her, and she began not to depend on him for her happiness.

Valjean realized what was happening; Marius was telling the servants not to make him welcome any more

He did not return to the house again, and Cosette was too busy with married life to think too much about him

Apart from the details about his life that Valjean had confessed to him, he knew that Valjean had killed Inspector Javert at the barricade

She still loved him in her heart

He had tried without success to find the man who had saved his father's lite at Waterloo, and now the man had come to him! He immediately asked the servant to show the man in.

However, Marius had a shock when he saw the man - he did not recognize him at all! He was an old man with a big nose, glasses and neat grey hair

'What do you want?' Marius asked coldly, as the stranger bowed to him.

Thenardier's presence, however, offered him another opportunity; it gave him the chance to solve the mystery of Cosette's fortune.

Jean Valjean, who knew the mayor's background, reported him to the police and took advantage of his arrest to take over half a million francs from his Paris bank

He was even more surprised when, instead of chasing him out of the room, Marius ran towards him and pressed several thousand-franc notes into his hand.

'We must go to him at once,' Marius said

'So you've forgiven me?' Valjean whispered, hugging Cosette to him and turning to Marius.

'He asked me to forgive him

Oh Cosette, I feel so ashamed of the way I've treated him!'

Marius and Cosette both did their best to raise Valjean's spirits, to show him how much they loved and needed him, to fill him with the strength and the desire to live again

Cosette and Marius fell to their knees on either side of him, holding back their tears

The poor child, who did not know that it was dangerous to stay and talk to a wolf, said to him, "I am going to see my grandmother and carry her a cake and a little pot of butter from my mother."

I expect him to have dark eyes and dirty hair, but he does not

"You got him, Detective?" a voice says behind me.

"Yeah, that's him," the tall man says

And look, the blood behind his ear is where she hit him before she escaped."

But it is too late: Robin pushes him back into the bank and John follows with the ladders on his shoulders

"What do you think?" Robin asks, and he tells him to sit at one of the tables.

Only Hastings can see now, but we stand behind him

And this is my part; I take the laptop from the bag and put it in front of him and open it, "Do you know what this is?"

Hastings is silent, but Robin points the gun at him

There is no one near to him to hear

She's only going to be one minute!" he shouts, and the attendant stops and gives him a long, hard look with his cold, blue eyes.

He then gives him another long, hard look, but Oliver does not care.

Then he feels hands on him, pushing him and moving him

She has an oar in her hands, and she is reaching it out to him.

And then the oar hits him on the head, and he cannot think, and he cannot swim, and the water takes him.

"About a crime." Branwell pulls his notepad from his pocket and places it in front of him on the table

And when I try to speak to him, he..."

I see him at the train station sometimes; then he's there again when I get off the bus in the town centre here in Howarth

I turn on the lights, and I see nothing, but when I go to the window, I can see him in the field

Is she crazy or just terrified? "Miss Thornton, if this man enters your house, we can arrest him

It is him

No, this one stays with him.

Gerry considers lying, but Big Jones can never find him here

And Gerry remembers the old factory on the Thames and the boxes with the different addresses and the story about what Big Jones does when people steal from him

And Big Jones looks up at him and is about to shout when suddenly he looks behind Gerry, and the colour disappears from his face.

Next to him Nick smiles

He always calls Jake 'kid', but he must be the same age as him: twelve or thirteen.

You do what I say, no problem." And Nick looks at him for a moment: "You look okay now: these new clothes aren't bad."

They both stand up, but before Nick moves into the crowds, Jake stops him

No one really sees him; no one really looks

There is something different about him

Then he hears the man shout, and he looks up and sees his angry face running towards him through the crowd.

But can he get there before the man catches him?

There is another shout from behind him, but Jake keeps moving

For a moment there are people all around him, and he thinks he will never get there, but then he pushes past some kids who shout at him, and he is there

He hears another shout, and knows that the man is nearly here, but the camera is not looking at him

"Down here! Look down here!" but he has no idea if anyone can hear him

He opens the bag for everyone to see, and there is a cry from a woman near to him, followed by another and another

"That's mine," the man's voice says behind him

He thinks that the people are shouting at him, and he wants to explain

And a police officer helps him to stand and says something about him being a hero.

"No, she kills him."

"You say she kills him

With fire? How? She locks him in a room in a burning house?"

She drugs him with sleeping pills during dinner.

He forgot to do it once, and they refused to pay him for the day.

The words she said were 'I will kill him,' but the defendant says she does not remember that

Both times she had the scissors with her, and both times witnesses testified that she said 'I will kill him.'

"Jesus," Nick says before he can stop himself, and the girl sees him and closes the mobile phone in her hand.

Why not? What can she do to him in here?

She stands near to him, and he can see the tears in her eyes and the sad expression on her face, but this time he knows it is not real.

Is it my fault she is so stupid? So easy to manipulate? A little bit of blood on my face, a few tears, a fake story about him hitting me

You turn on the lights and swing the heavy statue in his direction, but you cannot see him now because the light is so bright

The gardai are everywhere, and they are looking for him

No, the only thing that is important is something that the church can offer him right now

The suitcase that can help him escape the country and live the rest of his life on a tropical island in the Bahamas.

In the distance he can hear the siren of a gardai car in the city centre, but he is sure it is not for him

But not one of them is interested in him

It is small, so small, and it reminds him of his prison cell back in The Joy

It cools him and helps him to stay awake

But not yet: the Mojave Desert is still all around him with its flat orange sands and dead bushes

But then the hot whiskey starts to fill him, and he smiles, puts his head back and laughs loudly into the desert.

Maybe there is one waiting for him in Flagstaff

And this one, he hopes, will have a little more respect for him and won't laugh at him.

The sun is lower in the sky now, it's a little less hot, and the radio keeps him company with old songs about love and women, rock and roll and country music

She laughed at him, but he cannot remember why

Then suddenly the road is not empty: there is a car behind him

And he thinks for a moment about not stopping, but there is nowhere for him to go

In the mirror he sees the cop car park behind him, and he watches a young, tall cop get out.

The cop looks at him and nods, but says nothing

It's small, too small for a tall man like him.

He walks around to the trunk, the cop behind him, and he pushes the button

He is almost quick enough, but the knife still cuts him, and he screams and falls to the floor

He wants to turn to look back to see if the man is following him, but he does not dare

But the sun is gone now, and darkness is all around him

Now everything from last night is coming back to him

He remembers hitting the girl, he remembers her shouting at him and he remembers telling her to get out.

But then he hears someone running behind him, and he screams instead.

He tries not to remember the expression on Greg's face as the bullet hit him in the back.

"You said it was easy!" Brandon calls out into the forest of silent trees that surround him, his voice full of emotion

And he thinks that the next bullet is for him

Then Greg was on the floor; Brandon wanted to stop and help him, but Greg told him to run

"You said it was easy!" he shouts again and recalls the first time his brother had told him about the plan.

Now, alone in the forest, he thinks he can hear the sound of feet in the snow behind him, and he tries to move faster.

Their cabin by the lake was cold and empty, and there were no jobs for him anywhere.

He feels warmer now, and this scares him

Brandon pulled him from the old deserted cabin, and they ran for Greg's truck

But then another truck appeared on the road behind him.

The kid looks about eleven, and they let him walk into the town from the hotel sometimes

When he's alone, we take him

The kid screamed at first, but they gagged him and tied his hands

He tried to escape from the truck that chased him, but he crashed on the highway

"I already did" she calls back to him as she slowly disappears from sight.

Smith hates him instantly.

When did you last see him?"

Two other teachers live there, but neither saw him."

Did you hear him? This Fletcher likes a sherry

I told him to apologise, and then we argued

But the last time I saw him was yesterday morning."

He remembers another boy telling him to stop

And then they were all on top of him

At first they only hit him

And they lifted him up and carried him to the new wall, which was nearly finished

And they put him behind it, in a deep dark corner where no one could see him and the light disappeared as they put the last bricks in place

And he hopes that someone hears him soon.

"Come on, Son, this is going to be great fun," he says, and Junior follows him but says nothing.

"These were your granddad's guns," he said to him in the kitchen

Junior looks a bit happier now, and for twenty minutes Owen talks to him about how to hold the gun and how to walk with it, while his son listens carefully and asks sensible questions that show a real interest

And Owen now notices that the boy actually looks a little bit like him after all and that he also smiles sometimes

"Dad?" Junior whispers, and he looks scared "what's that noise? Is it the police?" And Owen signals him to be quiet

Behind him he can hear Junior, who sounds like he is very scared.

He laughs and turns back to Junior to tell him to stay calm.

"The truth, Jimmy." And Hank throws the end of the cigar into the pool in front of him

Hank slaps him again, "No, Jimmy, but cheating in my casino is!"

She looks at him

When she saw him over by the taste-pot machine, her heart jumped

"Hey," said Cham, as she joined him

She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck

It was unusual for him

Sala put her arms around him and kissed him.

Sala watched him go, puzzled

She wished she could believe him

"After the Oil Wars, I looked for him all over the city, but I couldn't find him anywhere

"I haven't heard from him for more than..

I would love to believe it's front him

There was one from Niki, but nothing from Cham, so she began a message to him

As soon as Cham's face disappeared, she suddenly remembered: Gran's story! She'd forgotten to tell him about it in the end.

Sala knew that Apat loved it when Cham came with them to the center, because Cham always joked around with him

Sala stared at him

"What?" Sala stared at him

What if he wouldn't forgive her? She had really shouted at him, and now she felt awful

She couldn't judge him for considering Pod Life

He truly didn't believe the fruit came from another world beyond the city boundary - and she couldn't really blame him

But she hated the thought of losing him.

He was swimming toward her with a dolphin on either side of him.

He held on to a dolphin's tail and it began to play with him, pulling him along much faster than he could swim

"But I saw him do it

Sala stared at him

She loved him so much

I meant what I said." It was good to hear him say it again so clearly.

Sala closed her eyes and kissed him back

Cham pulled Sala toward him

They'll never need him again."

I know." She looked at him

She wished she could be with Cham, but his family was in crisis; they all needed him more than she did right now

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" gasped Sala, and she bent down at once to help him pick them up.

"You can tell him, Sala

But ask him to keep quiet about it."

She rushed up to him and gave him an enormous hug

She pulled Cham away from the entrance and quickly told him the news about Gran's letter.

Cham was enthusiastic, but he didn't seem to think the news had anything to do with him

The night sky appeared behind him, then the flames at the edge of a star

Sala's thoughts flew to Cham - she was supposed to meet him in an hour

We've been checking him as far as possible, too."

Behind him, Sala could just see a complicated collection of screens.

She was over an hour late for meeting him at the simulator center, and because her ultranet connection didn't come back on until she was almost there, she couldn't even call him or send him a message

But Wena knew that Sala had told Cham about the rose fruit, didn't she? Anyway, Sala needed to tell Cham to try and persuade him not to go into a pod.

"It's that woman," Sala told him

Could she try to persuade him? Would he listen?

Sala wished she could see him on her own, but she knew that time with his family was precious

Then she stepped forward, and wrapped her arms around him.

She was counting the hours until she could speak to him again.

Sala engaged her virtual interface and sat waiting for him.

But it was still wonderful to see this copy of him.

Sala began to wonder if she'd offended him

I really miss you, though." Sala wanted to tell him about seeing Wena, but she knew that she needed to be careful over the ultranet

She wanted to touch him

She wanted to feel him close

What use was it, seeing an avatar? It wasn't even completely like him

It must be strange for him, not knowing where she was or what she was doing

"I miss him terribly, Gran."

She was at the kitchen table with Mom and Gran, but Apat was in his room, and she didn't want him to hear them.

"Didn't you tell him about Eston's letter?"

but it's so long since you last saw him, Gran," said Sala

She was desperate to let him know the exciting news

The pod was changing him

We have to get him out

He's changing! The pod is having some kind of effect on him!" she gasped.

"What do you think? Could the pod be doing something to him? Changing the way he thinks somehow?"

"We have to get him out!" Gran and Mom fell silent

"You can try to talk to him then."

"I'm not sure he'll agree to leave the pod anyway, but if he does, they might still want him to stay

"They know him better than anyone

Maybe they're worrying about the effect on him already."

Of course, they would have seen that Cham had changed! And they'd permit him to leave the pod at once if they thought it was damaging him.

"He's learning to ski! I wish we could join him

"Of course you miss him

"We're so grateful to him," said Dani, in a dreamy voice

There was one last Ultranet Talk Hour with Cham before the end of the month, but Sala decided it wasn't even worth trying to talk to him about leaving

Cham's test days had arrived at last, and Sala had joined Dani, Tian, and Cham's two sisters at the pod center for their first Contact Hour with him

He looked pale and confused, but it was him

But after the conversation where he'd talked about reporting things, Sala felt unsure of him, all the same.

Dani rushed over and threw her arms around him

She led him to the table

She watched as the whole family greeted him

"But how have they persuaded him to think like that?" asked Sala

they're teaching him all about obedience and how wonderful the government is

Don't blame him, Sala."

"I'm not blaming him," said Sala miserably

It was too risky to let him know all their secrets

"I'm so sorry I told him," she said guiltily.

"I know what he's doing is awful, but I still love him, Mom."

Cham sat down and looked at the pictures that his sisters had drawn for him, then answered his parents' questions about the tests

It might be the last real moment with him she'd have.

Mrs Van Hopper saw him too

She put down her fork and stared at him hard

By the way, dear, you were rather rude to him

'Madame is in the bedroom,' I told him

To my surprise, Mrs Van Hopper agreed with him

I sat down awkwardly trying not to look at him

I told him about Mrs Van Hopper's illness.

I told him about my father, who had been a painter

When my father had died very suddenly, my mother had lived only a few weeks after him.

'You forget,' I told him, 'that you have a home and I have none.'

I told him that I was going to do some sketching

He had asked me to go out with him in his car.

Every day I had lunch with him at his table.

I was happy to sit next to him, to be alone with him

I shall never drive with him again, I thought

I could call him Maxim

His family called him Maxim

Rebecca had called him Max

I thought I could hear her voice calling him

She called him Max

It was her special name for him

And I had to call him Maxim.

Where would I say goodbye to him? In the lounge, with Mrs Van Hopper standing near? I was going and everything was over

I should not be able to speak to him at all

'I haven't time,' I told him

'Do you want a secretary?' I asked, not understanding him.

I sat with my hands in my lap, watching him drink his coffee.

I sat there, staring at him

How could he love me, after her? I would be a companion for him

Someone to make him laugh perhaps.

I smiled at him and took his hand

Maxim sat in a chair by the fire reading the letters that had been waiting for him

We were all very worried about him last year

I had never asked him about Rebecca's death.

'Let's hope you have made him forget all about it

Had Beatrice said something to make him angry? I could not remember.

'I must get him,' I said

'Leave him

Jasper was barking at him and running round and round

There was something strange about him

'I must take him back.'

I had to run to keep up with him now

Mrs Danvers has accused him of taking a valuable ornament from the morning-room

Maxim went on staring straight in front of him.

I did not like him at all.

But I followed him out into the hall.

I remember him now

I met him once, years ago.'

'I did not like him,' I said.

Look after him, and look after yourself, too.'

I missed Maxim now and felt lonely without him

Tell him I said so,' Maxim was saying.

If you want to meet him, meet him somewhere else

I won't even have him in the gardens

I smiled and held out my hand to him.

'I wanted to surprise him

But he will understand when you speak to him

You must come down for him,' she said.

The fact that I loved him made no difference

I haven't seen him,' Frank said

'I must see him

'If you loved him, you would never have married him,' Mrs Danvers said.

He knows she is watching him

My lady comes at night and watches him.

And then what will you do? You'll go to Mr de Winter and tell him that Mrs Danvers has been unkind to you

You'll go to him like you did when Mr Favell came here.

I could not see him, but I could hear his voice

'When you see Mr de Winter, Madam, please tell him there will be a hot meal ready for the men at any time.'

'Who?' I asked him.

I left him and walked towards the path through the woods

'Mr de Winter is not back yet, Robert,' I told him

I don't know how to tell him.'

'What sort of news, Captain Searle?' I asked him.

'Do we have to tell him?' I asked.

I went and stood beside him

'Maxim,' I asked him, 'can't we start again?'

I stared at him

This is what I had wanted him to say, every day and every night

Maxim stopped suddenly and pushed me away from him.

'It's not too late,' I said, putting my arms round him

I stared at him, not understanding.

He sat down on a chair and I went and knelt beside him.

I sat on the floor, staring at him.

But I got the truth from him in the end

Rebecca never left him alone

She was always going to his house and asking him to her cottage.

'I've met him,' I said

I took a gun to frighten him.'

'But Rebecca is dead,' I told him

'Tell Mrs Danvers to order something different,' I told him

'How long will they be?' I asked him.

I wondered whether Maxim had seen him.

I could not look at him.

I could not speak or walk towards him.

'Bring him in here, please, Frith.' I hoped that Favell would go before Maxim came back

'You heard the verdict,' Maxim told him

'Shall I phone Colonel Julyan? You can tell your story to him.'

'Stop him,' I said to Frank

'Stop him for God's sake.' But it was too late

Take a good look at him.'

'Unless you can find someone who saw him do it.'

I think I can find someone who saw him.'

'Can we get this man and question him?' asked Colonel Julyan.

Could you go and get him, Frank? Take your car.' Frank went out quickly

Without warning, Maxim went up to Favell and hit him hard

I wished that Maxim had not hit him

Favell walked up to him.

'I've never seen him,' he said

Mr Favell has told us that Mrs de Winter was in love with him

'If Baker was important Danny would know about him.' Mrs Danvers was turning the pages of the diary.

He shut the door behind him

'I'll write him a letter,' Frank said.

'I think de Winter should see him and explain.'

'You go with him, Julyan

I put my arms around him and held him

Maxim slept on and I did not wake him

I'll tell him you are here.'

'But we found your old telephone number in Mrs de Winter's diary.' Dr Baker looked at the page from the diary that Colonel Julyan was holding out to him.

'I'll soon deal with him if he comes near Manderley again

She was such a lovely young woman, too.' Neither of us answered him.

Colonel Julyan's sister lived in London and he asked Maxim to take him to her house.

The Los Angeles newspapers call him The Cat

It only takes him a minute or two to find them.

Bud is waiting for him.

Bud runs after him.

'Remember him from the newspaper? He's going to that car!'

'No!' Natalie tells him

'We're getting near to him!' says Natalie.

'Yes, we are!' Natalie tells him.

Natalie watches him

'Got you!' says Natalie, and she jumps on him

Unaware that she was staring at him, the boy put one hand to his mouth and bit gently on his bent thumb knuckle, which Danny had begun to do a year or so before he died

Without success, Tina had tried to break him of that bad habit.

The police and the morticians had advised her that Danny was so badly torn up, so horribly mangled, that she was better off not looking at him

Maybe he'd only suffered a mild head injury, just severe enough to give him..

Closing her eyes now, chewing the toast, Tina could still see him - three years old, peanut butter smeared all over his lips and chin - as he grinned and said, More neenut putter toast, please.

She opened her eyes with a start because her mental image of him was too vivid, less like a memory than like a vision

In the dream, Danny was standing at the edge of a bottomless gorge, and Tina was on the far side, opposite him, looking across the immense gulf

She was miserable because she couldn't think of a way to reach him

Danny's cries and her response became increasingly shrill and desperate, for they knew that they must reach each other before nightfall or be lost forever; in the oncoming night, something waited for Danny, something fearsome that would seize him if he was alone after dark

She closed her eyes and imagined herself lying beside him, reaching for him in the dark, touching, touching, moving against him, into the shelter of his arms

She took time off to carry and give birth to Danny, then to spend uninterrupted days with him during his first few months of life

She would never forget him, that sweet child who had been such a large part of her, but she would no longer have to live her life around the gaping hole that he had left in it

Michael and Tina had helped him move his belongings to the den, then had shifted the couch, armchair, coffee table, and television from the den into the quarters the boy had previously occupied.

She had been sorry that he'd had to know, but she hadn't said a word to him; she'd offered no explanations, no reassurances

She certainly couldn't share with him her appraisal of the situation: Danny, sweetheart, don't worry about anything you might have heard through the wall

His desk occupied one corner; tubes of glue, miniature bottles of enamel in every color, and a variety of model-crafting tools stood in soldierly ranks on one half of the desk, and the other half was bare, waiting for him to begin work

Neddler, the cleaning lady who came in twice a week, to vacuum and dust his unused bedroom as if nothing had happened to him

His printing was neat, like everything else about him, not sloppy like this scrawled message

Tina slid out of her booth to meet him.

She hugged him enthusiastically

At forty-six, he was the most successful producer in Las Vegas, with twenty years of hit shows behind him

The valet brought Tina's car, and she tipped him.

She was certain to be quite late, but she wasn't going to worry about waking him.

"Imagine him arguing a point in court," Charlie said.

He made no great show of being more than ordinarily interested in her, but the attraction she held for him was evident in his eyes

She had to admit that he sparked the same feelings in her that she apparently enflamed in him.

But her physical beauty was not what most excited him

No woman had affected him so strongly since Nancy, his wife, who had died three years ago.

She threw her arms around him and, much to her surprise began to cry with happiness

She hugged him hard, and Joel proclaimed the show to be a "gargantua if I ever saw one."

Each time that Tina moved on to talk to someone else, she regretted leaving Elliot, and each time that she found him again, she stayed with him longer than she had before

Tina gave her address to him, and then somehow they were talking about jazz and Benny Goodman, and then about the miserable service provided by the Las Vegas phone company, just chatting away as if they were old friends

He was desperate to get out, and she was frantic to rescue him; but he was chained, unable to climb, and the sides of the pit were sheer and smooth, so she had no way to reach him

She edged around the pit, determined to make the hateful bastard stop what he was doing, but he took a step away from her for every step that she took toward him, and he always stayed directly across the hole from her

She couldn't reach him, and she couldn't reach Danny, and the dirt was up to the boy's knees, and now up to his hips, and now over his shoulders

She wanted to kill the bastard, club him to death with his own shovel

When she thought of clubbing him, he looked at her, and she saw his face: a fleshless skull with rotting skin stretched over the bones, burning red eyes, a yellow-toothed grin

A disgusting cluster of maggots clung to the man's left cheek and to the corner of his eye, feeding off him

She had to get down to him and push the earth away from his face before he suffocated, so in blind panic she threw herself over the edge of the pit, into the terrible abyss, falling and falling-

She had to confront him with her suspicions

She could turn on the light and call him now

He would be sleeping, but she wouldn't feel guilty if she woke him, not after all the sleepless nights that he had given her

If he became verbally violent and abusive, if he were irrational, she would need to have a clear head to deal with him

She would call him in the morning when she had regained some of her strength.

It was no surprise that women players tipped him more often and more generously than did men.

She smiled uneasily and tried to remember that she had come here to accuse him of cruelly harassing her

An overturned stool lay beside him, and approximately five hundred dollars' worth of green chips were scattered on the carpet

"The guy sits down to play cards and gets so involved he loses track of time, which is, of course, exactly what the management wants him to do

She had lost the momentum occasioned by her anger, and now she was afraid of losing the sense of purpose that had driven her to confront him

Her original intention had been to accuse him of ripping apart Danny's room; she had been prepared to come on strong, so that even if he didn't want her to know he'd done it, he might be rattled enough to reveal his guilt

If he was faking innocence, he was a much better actor than she thought he was, and she thought she knew him well indeed

After all, she'd lived with him for a long time, through years of happiness and years of misery, and she'd come to know the limits of his talent for deception and duplicity

"You managed," she said, and that was as close as she could come to accusing him of anything.

The insufferable bastard! She was furious, but she said nothing; she didn't trust herself to speak, afraid that she would start screaming at him the instant she opened her mouth.

He was happy being a blackjack dealer; his salary and his good tips were enough for him, and he was content to coast through the years

She had never neglected him and Danny

She had tried to encourage him to seek advances in his own career - from dealer to floor man to pit boss to higher casino management - but he had no interest in climbing that ladder

As long as she remained a dancer, as long as she devoted her life to him, as long as she hung on his arm and looked delicious, he approved of her

Badly hurt by that discovery, she had given him the freedom that he wanted.

And now he actually thought that she was going to crawl back to him

Once, long ago, she had loved him very much

"Michael-" she began, intending to tell him that she was going to stage another show within the next year, that she didn't want to be represented by only one production at a time, and that she even had distant designs on New York and Broadway, where the return of Busby Berkeley - style musicals might be greeted with cheers.

He flinched as if she'd slapped him.

She turned away from him and started toward the rear entrance of the hotel, out of which they'd come a few minutes ago.

She stopped and regarded him with contempt and sorrow.

She glared at him

She interrupted him

She had never vented any of her black anger because, initially, she'd wanted to hide it from Danny; she hadn't wanted to turn him against his father

But now she vented some of the acid that had been eating at her for so long, cutting him off in midsentence.

You could have gone camping with him

You could have taken him down to Disneyland for a couple days

You could have had that precious time with him

Finished telling him off, she felt pleasantly wrung out, as if some evil, nervous energy had been drained from her.

Turning away, she left him in the sunshine, with the ice cream melting down the cone and onto his hand.

She smiled when she thought of him, then picked up the sheaf of papers that Angela had given her, anxious to finish her work.

Even though he was only a creature from a nightmare, and even though it was utterly impossible for him to be here in the flesh, she couldn't shake the heart-clenching feeling that he was in the room

Elliot Stryker halted on the threshold, surprised by her scream, and for an instant, she was relieved to see him.

She took a step toward him, but then she realized that he might have come here straight from a computer in one of the other third-floor offices

She stared at him intently.

As he drew near, he opened his arms, as if it was the most natural thing in the world for him to hold and comfort her, as if he had held her many times before, and she leaned against him in the same spirit of familiarity

She didn't expect him to answer

She wasn't actually asking the question of him; if she was asking anyone, she was asking God.

She told him about the bizarre things that had been happening to her lately: the messages on Danny's chalkboard; the wreckage she'd found in the boy's room; the hateful, taunting words that appeared in the computer lists and on the monitor.

She followed him into the wood-paneled inner sanctum.

and it's apparently a personal loss to him, so it can hardly be a stranger."

"He says I never should have let him go with Jaborski

"You'll probably need professional help to catch him in one of his tricks."

And the past two weeks, I've dreamed about him every night without fail

He's calling to me, begging me to save him

I'm never able to reach him

Then the earth starts closing in around him, and I wake up screaming, soaked with sweat

Aware that her answer had disappointed him, she looked down at her hands, which were laced together so tightly that her knuckles were white.

Elliot touched her face, turning it gently toward him.

I never saw him

She recalled the hatred in Michael's face when she'd left him a few hours ago

I'll be seeing him tomorrow afternoon at a New Year's Day party

I'll discuss the situation with him

"You have a pretty high opinion of me," he said, repeating what she had said to him earlier.

As he showed her through the house, he was eager to hear her reaction to it, and she didn't make him wait long.

"You're looking at him."

Elliot was amused by the effect that Tina had on him

She flustered him, and he loved it.

Perhaps it was too soon to tell for sure, but he was beginning to think that fate, in an uncharacteristic flush of generosity, had given him a second chance at happiness.

For that matter, she wasn't pushing him, either

Of course, during the first of those two years, she'd still been married to Michael and had felt compelled to remain faithful to him, even though a separation and then a divorce had been in the works, and even though he had not felt constrained by any similar moral sense

As an hour passed in front of the fire, and then another hour, Tina discovered that she liked Elliot Stryker more with each new thing she learned about him.

He may have leaned toward her, or perhaps she tilted toward him

He kissed her ears, her eyes again, and left a chain of kisses along her neck, and when at last he returned to her mouth, he kissed her more deeply than before, and she responded at once, opening her mouth to him.

His hands moved over her, testing the firmness and resilience of her, and she touched him too, gently squeezing his shoulders, his arms, the hard muscles of his back

But when he returned, she kissed him tentatively, found that nothing had changed, and pressed against him once more.

She clung to him

She saw a longing and a need in his dark eyes, a powerful wanting that was only partly sex, and she knew the same need to be loved and valued must be in her eyes for him to see.

She slid a hand between them, squeezed and stroked him.

He'd had other women in this bed during the past two years, and a few had stayed the night, but not one of those other lovers had made him feel content merely by the fact of her presence, as Tina did

With her, sex was a delightful bonus, a lagniappe, but it wasn't the main reason he wanted her beside him

She had told him about the dreams, but he hadn't realized, until now, how terrible they were

Over breakfast, he asked her to go with him to the afternoon party at which he was going to corner Judge Kennebeck to ask about the exhumation

She rose out of her chair, leaned across the table, kissed him.

The smell of her, the vibrant blue of her eyes, the feel of her supple skin as he put a hand to her face - those things generated waves of affection and longing within him.

He had an awful suspicion that fate was setting him up for another hard fall

He was afraid Tina Evans would be taken away from him just as Nancy had been.

He spent an hour and a half in his library, paging through legal casebooks, boning up on precedents for the exhumation of a body that, as the court had put it, "was to be disinterred in the absence of a pressing legal need, solely for humane reasons, in consideration of certain survivors of the deceased." Elliot didn't think Harold Kennebeck would give him any trouble, and he didn't expect the judge to request a list of precedents for something as relatively simple and harmless as reopening Danny's grave, but he intended to be well prepared

This was perfect weather for flying, one of those crystalline days when being above the earth would make him feel clean and free.

He had just opened a bottle of balsamic vinegar and poured four ounces into a measuring cup when he heard movement behind him.

"As long as you cooperate, you won't get hurt," the tall man assured him.

Vince glared at him.

"It's mutual," Elliot assured him.

He wanted them to think that guns didn't scare him

Bob said, "For Christ's sake, Vince, tell him

Elliot stared at him, amazed

Besides, though they both struck him as slightly wacky, they didn't seem to be merely hoaxers or borderline psychopaths who got their kicks by scaring defenseless women

The pistol still frightened him, but he was now thinking of something else that scared him more than the gun

Neither man answered him.

When they got their answers, they would kill him

If they had intended to let him live, they wouldn't have used their real names in front of him

And they wouldn't have wasted so much time coaxing him to cooperate; they would have used force without hesitation

They wanted to gain his cooperation without violence because they were reluctant to mark him; their intention was that his death should appear to be an accident or a suicide

While he was still under the influence of the drug, they might be able to make him write a suicide note and sign it in a legible, identifiable script

Then they would carry him out to the garage, prop him up in his little Mercedes, put the seat belt snugly around him, and start the engine without opening the garage door

In a day or two, someone would find him out there, his face blue-green-gray, his tongue dark and lolling, his eyes bulging in their sockets as he stared through the windshield as if on a drive to Hell

She'd never been able to understand this morbid streak in him

Initially his growing fascination with the macabre had not seemed entirely healthy to her, but she had never denied him the freedom to pursue it

His grisly head stood on the driver's seat beside him, grinning fiendishly, filled with malevolent life even though it had been brutally severed from his body.

When Danny had first begun collecting horror comics with his allowance, she had closely examined those books to decide whether or not they were harmful to him

But after she had made up her mind to let him read such stuff, she never thereafter even glanced at his purchases.

She studied him through the narrow gap

She looked him over carefully

She left him there in the shadowy garage, his face painted by shimmering blue light, his eyes gleaming with twin reflections of fire.

When Elliot refused to move away from the sink to the breakfast table in the far corner of the big kitchen, Bob, the smaller of the two men, hesitated, then reluctantly took a step toward him.

They were going to great lengths to avoid using violence, which confirmed Elliot's suspicion that they wanted to leave him unmarked, so that later his body would bear no cuts or bruises incompatible with suicide.

The bear-who-would-be-a-man shambled toward him

The big man had been overconfident, certain that his six-inch advantage in height and his extra eighty pounds of muscle made him unbeatable

Elliot went after him but was slowed by the dining-room chairs, which the fleeing man had overturned in his wake

If these people were determined to kill him just to stop the exhumation, they would have to kill Tina

She had given it to him two nights ago, at the party after the premiere of Magyck! She didn't live far from him

The doctor pronounced him dead, and his grieving parents committed Kevin to the grave

But Death decided that Kevin belonged to him, because the funeral had been held already and because the grave had been closed

Danny certainly had been dead when they had buried him.

She had paged through only two of the magazines Danny had bought, the first two, when she had been trying to make up her mind whether such unusual reading material could have any harmful effects on him

She found him waiting by the front door.

She thanked him, and he said he was only doing his job

She gaped at him

At first, she half believed that he was trying to be funny, playing a game to amuse her, and she was going to tell him that none of this struck her as funny

"You didn't let him in?"

"It took him that long to check out the furnace?"

"Were you with him the whole time?"

In the foyer, Elliot jerked open the front door, pushed her through ahead of him, and they both plunged into the golden late-afternoon sunshine.

Behind him, Tina said, "Stand back."

To him, evidently, anyone who drove a Mercedes had to be the right kind of people.

"Never heard of him," Tom said

"We're buying it from him," Tina said.

Did you already pay him for the boat?"

"We did give him two thousand on deposit," Elliot said.

"If you gave him a deposit, and if he gave you this address and claimed he lived here, then it's not very likely this Sol Fitzpatrick even owns any boat in the first place."

He had taken pleasure in stalking human prey; hell, there had even been a measure of joy in being stalked, for it gave him the opportunity to prove himself by outwitting the hunter on his trail

If this Vince is still there, we should use those drugs on him

There's bound to be a lot we can learn from him."

The contact gave him strength

And even if he was deeper under than I thought, some of his people probably went in there and pulled him out while I was rushing off to you

Maybe he's still on the payroll of some spook shop, and maybe the whole plan was for him to pretend to retire and then get elected as a judge here in Vegas, so his bosses would have a friendly courtroom in town."

He was aware of her watching him, and after a while she said, "You know what?"

He risked a quick look, shifting his attention from the road, but there wasn't enough light in the car for him to see what she held

It's him

He squinted through the glass into the perfectly black interior, and he had the disconcerting feeling that someone was hiding in there, staring out at him.

When he turned from the motor home, his gaze fell on a dense pool of shadows around the trash bin at the back of the restaurant, and again he had the feeling that someone was watching him from concealment.

"What about him?"

Approaching him would be dangerous

We might eventually have to talk to him, but first we should pay a visit to the mortician who handled the body

Besides, if we're face-to-face with him, we'll have a better idea of whether or not he's telling the truth

She went with him to the cash register, which was near the entrance.

As the white-haired cashier grasped the plug in his arthritis-gnarled hands and wiggled it back and forth in the wall socket, trying to free it, Tina almost told him to stop

Jenny, the waitress, called to him from behind the counter

He was confused by the change in her demeanor, but she didn't want to explain things to him here in the diner

Danny survived the accident, but they couldn't let him come home because he'd tell everyone the government was responsible for the deaths of the others, and that would blow their secret military installation wide open."

"They're keeping him somewhere

I don't know why they didn't kill him

I don't know how long they think they can keep him bottled up like this

She wouldn't let him interrupt

He has some power, and he's reaching out, trying to tell me he's alive, asking me to find him and save him

And the people who're holding him don't know he's doing it! They're blaming the leak on one of their own, on someone from Project Pandora."

"First of all," Elliot said, "before he went into the mountains with Jaborski, in all the years you knew him and lived in the same house with him, did Danny ever show any signs of being psychic?"

Michael sat at the kitchen table with him and dealt blackjack

"Michael was letting him win."

I told him not to worry

We never found him at all."

"Just because you never found him - that's not proof he was killed by a truck."

"But if he can send dreams to you," Elliot said, "why wouldn't he simply transmit a neat, clear message telling you what's happened to him and where he is? Wouldn't that get him the help he wants a lot faster? Why would he be so unclear and indirect? He should send a concise mental message, psychic E-mail from the Twilight Zone, make it a lot easier for you to understand."

"Maybe he doesn't feel close enough to Michael to try reaching him

I even tried to justify some of his actions, because I didn't want Danny to hate him

I suppose it's natural for him to reach out to me rather than to his father."

"If you discover he's dead, it'll be like losing him all over again."

The only thing that scared her now was the possibility that they might find Danny - and then be unable to rescue him

If they found Danny and then perished trying to save him, that would be a nasty trick of fate, for sure

Willis Bruckster was so sure he appeared dull and ordinary that he wouldn't have been surprised if a guard had looked at him and yawned.

He stopped to have a word with a strikingly pretty cocktail waitress, and she smiled at him

Bruckster held his hand eighteen inches below Michael Evans's eyes, so that the dealer was forced to glance down to see what was being shown to him.

The fine spray, propelled with tremendous pressure, caught him squarely in the face, across the nose and lips, penetrating swiftly and deeply into the nostrils

Then a wild, twisted expression of agony wrenched his face as brutal pain slammed through him

Heads turned toward him.

Even if someone had been monitoring that area from an overhead camera, there would not have been much for him to see.

"How could it be a heart attack, him being so young?" Bruckster wondered

His ships, sealed in their glass worlds, relaxed him; he liked to spend time with them when he had a problem to work out or when he was on edge, for they made him feel serene, and that security allowed his mind to function at peak performance.

As Kennebeck turned away from the French frigate, beginning to wonder if he ought to get out from under the Network before it collapsed on him, George Alexander entered the study through the door that opened off the downstairs hallway

When he smiled, his mouth turned up slightly at the left corner, giving him a vaguely haughty expression, although at the moment he wasn't smiling.

Kennebeck had known Alexander for five years and had despised him from the day they met

"He's bound to go to the police at some point, and then we'll have him."

He knows we're waiting for him

The judge glared at him.

"That's taken care of," Alexander assured him

But a long time ago you were Stryker's mentor, the man he respected, the man he learned from, and now you've betrayed him

For the first time in his experience, the sight of this bottled fleet didn't calm him.

They're going to ask him to describe the condition of the boy in minute detail."

"We have a pretty good hold on him

We put a freeze on his application with the Bureau of Immigration, and we threatened to have him deported if he didn't do what we wanted

But citizenship was a big enough carrot to keep him motivated

"We'll terminate him

"But if I wait, I'm just giving him a chance to keep one step ahead." Worried, he continued to hesitate, anxiously chewing his lip.

"That's a bit sloppy of him," Kennebeck said, "considering how clever he's been so far."

"We haven't caught him yet."

Then you can follow him without being seen, at your leisure."

From his coat, he withdrew the pistol and put it on the seat between him and Christina, the muzzle pointed toward the dashboard.

We've got a gauntlet to run before we can find him and bring him back

We might both be killed before we even get close to him."

Although he was struggling to cast off the seizure of claustrophobia that had gripped him, was trying to pretend that the organic-looking ceiling wasn't pressing low over his head and that only open sky hung above him instead of thousands of tons of concrete and steel rock, his own panic attack concerned him less than what was happening beyond the viewport.

"Every time it's happened, it's never seemed to bother him," Dombey said.

"If it stays cold in there for long, we'll have to suit up, go in, and move him to another chamber," Zachariah said.

There's more data to be gotten from him."

He's more important because he's a human being, not because he's a source of data, Dombey thought angrily, but he didn't voice the thought because it would have identified him as a dissident and as a potential security risk.

Instead, Dombey said, "We won't have to move him

"When he finally dies, we'll want to know for sure it was the injections that killed him

Zachariah faced him

"You don't have anything to say about it," Dombey told him bluntly

But she kept pace with him, and she didn't complain.

She waited beside him, arms folded, hands tucked into her armpits for warmth.

Tina moved with him.

The crunching and squeaking of the snow under their feet seemed horrendously loud to him, though they actually were making little noise

He motioned for Tina to stay behind him, close to the house

She pushed in front of him

Instinctively he whipped the pistol in front of him and squeezed off four rounds

A warm, animal satisfaction rose in him, which was not an entirely welcome feeling, for he liked to think of himself as a civilized man

His throat tightened, and a sour taste suddenly overwhelmed him

An image of his victim's torn throat exploded in his memory, and a shock wave of nausea overwhelmed him.

"I killed him."

A young sailor apparently had a run going at one of the craps tables, and a crowd of excited gamblers urged him to roll an eight and make his point.

As he sat in the dimly lighted cabin of the fan-jet and watched the clouds racing below, Alexander wondered what his father and his uncles would say if they knew that his service to his country had often required him to issue kill orders

More shocking still to the sensibilities of patrician Easterners like them: on three occasions, in South America, Alexander had been in a position where it had been necessary for him to pull the assassin's trigger himself

George liked to believe that they might even find it in their hearts to forgive him for having pulled the trigger himself.

Yes, he was sure that his father and uncles would give him their blessings - if only he were permitted to tell them.

Her file folder was on the seat beside him

He decided he would kill her himself when the time came, and that thought gave him an instant erection.

Murder was, in many ways, more thrilling to him than sex

He was in chains, sitting in the center of a small, well-lighted cavern, but the passageway that led to him was shadowy and reeked of danger

Danny called to her again and again, begging her to save him before the roof of his underground prison caved in and buried him alive

She started down the tunnel toward him, determined to get him out of there - and something reached for her from a narrow cleft in the wall

The hole in the wall was not wide enough for him to step through, into her passageway; he could only thrust one arm at her, and his long, bony fingers were an inch or two short of her

Danny began calling again, and she continued down the dusky tunnel toward him

A dozen times, she passed chinks in the wall, and Death glared out at her from every one of those apertures, screamed and cursed and raged at her, but none of the holes was large enough to allow him through

She reached Danny, and when she touched him, the chains fell magically away from his arms and legs

She shook Elliot until she woke him.

Danny wants us to come to him

He wants us just to walk into the place where they're keeping him and take him out."

"We'd be killed before we could reach him

We've got to use the media and the courts to free him."

"But even if Danny could somehow get us in," he said, "we don't know where they're keeping him

And if it does exist, they might not be holding him there anyway."

She felt almost as if she had him in her arms again, and she didn't want anyone to tell her that he might be a hair's breadth beyond her grasp.

I want him eliminated

And the bitch with him

But he startled me, and I guess even the little bit of resistance I offered was enough to push him away

I wanted to use him in Magyck! , but he was tied up in an exclusive contract with a chain of Reno-Tahoe hotels

I can get through to him that way."

They hadn't told him anything about Danny

Sandstone stared at him as if to say, You're nuts, but are you dangerous?

Apparently, Billy liked his view of the world to be as neat and uncluttered as everything else about him; if he started believing in ghosts, he'd have to reconsider his opinions about a lot of other things too, and then life would become intolerably messy.

That's where they're keeping him."

I'm sure he was telling me that he could help us get to him."

They turned to him, startled.

Tina leaned across the corner of the table, grabbed Billy's head in her hands, pulled his face to hers, and kissed him

"According to the map, we're looking for an 'unpaved, nondirt' road," Tina told him.

Zachariah stared at him

"It could be a new lump of brain tissue," Dombey told him.

Zachariah turned to him

He was driving at only ten miles an hour, but she gave him so little warning that he passed the turnoff

"I'll have to go for him."

The guard swung the submachine gun into firing position as they swept past him.

I don't know what's happened to him, and I don't understand what he's become."

Get hold of Jack Morgan and tell him to get the chopper ready

We'll meet him at the airport as soon as we can get there."

"That must be where they're holding him," Elliot said.

Elliot pointed the gun at him

He was sweating in his Gore-Tex suit, praying that Danny wouldn't let him down

The gun struck him alongside the head, and he stumbled backward against the steel door.

Through sudden tears of pain, Elliot saw the young guard rushing him, and he squeezed off one whisper-quiet shot.

The bullet tore through the guy's left shoulder and spun him around

He didn't want to tie the wounded man's hands, so they carefully moved him to a supply closet and locked him in there.

"How's your head?" Tina asked Elliot, gently touching the ugly knot that had raised on his temple, where the guard's gun had struck him.

Let's find Danny and get him out of this place."

Because he had the pistol, Elliot went through first, but Tina was close behind him.

To Dombey, she said, "We want to know what you've done to him, where he is."

I knew this whole business was too dirty to end any way but disaster." He sighed, as if a great weight had been lifted from him

Zachariah swung toward him

And a lot of people around him, a lot of people protecting him, people in research and people in charge of project security - they're also megalomaniacs

If either one of them makes a wrong move, blow him away."

Smiling, Elliot advanced on him with the rope.

Most of him was covered, but his head, raised on a pillow, was turned toward the window

She couldn't pinpoint what else about his eyes made him so different from any eyes she had ever seen, but as she met Danny's gaze, a shiver passed through her, and she felt a profound and terrible pity for him.

I want to hold him."

He has a natural antibody in his blood that helps him fight off this particular virus, even though it's an artificial bug

For almost two months, they've been reinfecting his body over and over again, letting the virus wear him down, trying to discover how many times he can lick it before it finally licks him

But each victory drains him

The disease is killing him, even if indirectly

It's killing him by sapping his strength

Tomorrow they intend to stick another dirty needle in him."

Her tears might upset him

And judging from his appearance, she was concerned that any serious emotional disturbance would literally destroy him.

She was overwhelmed with the joy of seeing him again but also with fear when she realized how hideously wasted he was.

From somewhere deep inside of him, from far down beneath all the pain and fear and anguish, Danny found a smile for her

Mom..." His face spasmed, and his brave smile dissolved, and an agonized groan escaped him

At first, she was afraid to hug him, for fear he would shatter in her embrace

Putting one hand on the boy's back to press him against her, she discovered how shockingly spindly he was each rib and vertebra so prominent that she seemed to be holding a skeleton

When she pulled him into her lap, he trailed wires that led from electrodes on his skin to the monitoring machines around the bed, like an abandoned marionette

As his legs came out from under the covers, the hospital gown slipped off them, and Tina saw that his poor limbs were too bony and fleshless to safely support him

Weeping, she cradled him, rocked him, crooned to him, and told him that she loved him.

No effort had been made to keep him from chafing.

And when the host expires, the Wuhan-400 within him perishes a short while later, as soon as the temperature of the corpse drops below eighty-six degrees Fahrenheit

We immediately began working with him, trying to engineer an exact duplicate of the virus

Danny's hand tightened on Christina's, and she stroked his head, soothing him

With smiles, murmured assurances, and kisses planted on his frail hands, she finally managed to persuade him to tuck both of his arms close to his body.

When Bollinger discovered they had a vehicle, he tried to persuade them to drive him all the way into Reno

Jaborski didn't believe Bollinger's story for a minute, but he finally offered to take him to the wildlife center where a rescue effort could be mounted

They were forced to shoot him."

Everyone stared at him.

He huddled in his yellow blanket on the bed, and the memory made him shiver

One day maybe he would be standing in a graveyard, before the tombstone of one of his victims, and the person he had killed would reach out to him from beyond and let him see, in some vivid clairvoyant fashion, exactly what death was like

We don't need him for anything

He couldn't keep anything in his stomach because recently they've been reinfecting him, testing him to destruction, like I said

So when you get him out of here, take him to a brain specialist

Take him to a dozen specialists until someone can tell you what's wrong with him

The world would regard him as a freak, and everyone would want to gawk at him, put him on display

And for sure, if the people in this installation got the idea that Danny's newfound psychic abilities were a result of the parietal spot caused by his repeated exposure to Wuhan-400, they would want to test him, poke and probe at him

Danny smiled weakly at him.

They ran to the Explorer, where Tina took Danny out of Elliot's arms and slid him into the backseat

She got in after him.

Alexander watched death rushing up at him and knew his curiosity about the other side would shortly be satisfied.

So let's pay him a third time and hope he doesn't cut off anything as important as your head.

Then one night he drank very heavily and ran wildly out of the house, and in the morning we found him dead in a river

Of course I asked him to look carefully at the locked room, but we didn't find anything important.'

March 12th Visited Robinson and finished business with him.

"finished business with him", or killed him

A policeman found him in the river near Waterloo station

'He came to me for help and those men murdered him! I'm going to find them, if it's the last thing I do!' he said to me, and he hurried out of the house.

'How did you find him, Holmes?' I asked.

He wanted to be away from Paris but near skilled workmen who could build things for his experimental so I offered him one of the old workshops of the factory

'She never seems to consider him as her own child.'

She may be trying to protect him

Perhaps she fears the boy, or even hates him

We were just finishing our lunch and I was pouring some wine into Henri's glass for him to dip a biscuit in

It was lucky that he was staring at the wine glass and not at me, or something in my expression might have frightened him.

I knew that he had believed the answers Helene had given him

About his death, however, she would say nothing more than that she had killed him with the steam hammer

What, then, could have made him put his head under that hammer? There were only two possible explanations

Either he had gone mad, or else he had a reason for letting his wife kill him in such a strange and terrible way.

I only saw him the next morning, tired after a whole night's work.

A few days later, Andre had a new problem which made him fussy and bad-tempered for several weeks

I saw little of him during the next few weeks

Refusing even to look at his closed hand, I ordered him to release it immediately.

I took him to the open window and ordered him to release the fly

He did not answer, but I heard him moving around

I already knew that the fly Andre wanted was the one which Henri had caught and which I made him release.

And then I said, 'Henri caught a fly this morning, but I made him release it

He shut the door after me, and I heard him pouring out coffee as I read:

But then I kissed him and made him understand what I wanted

That night, as I began to take Andre's dinner down to him, I stopped by the telephone

I had no doubt that Andre would kill himself unless I could make him change his mind

I talked to him for hours about me, about our boy, about his family, but he did not reply.

I screamed again and again but could not stop looking at him

I followed him into the silent factory

He pointed to the control switch as he went past, and I watched him stop in front of that terrible instrument.

I watched him kneel down, wrap a cloth round his head, and lie down flat on the floor.

The next day I telephoned Commissaire Charas to invite him to dinner

After dinner I took him up to my study where was a warm fire to sit by.

Natalie looks at him

Anna looks up and sees him.

She thinks, "I like him

"It's him!"

Gina sees him.

"Do you like hats?" Gina asks him.

'It is not surprising that his first wife left him.'

He said you had asked him.'

'There's been some trouble about him,' said Lettice

'About him painting my picture

'Well, I'm not surprised my mother left him

My curate, Hawes, wanted to know if my interview with Protheroe had anything to do with him

I told him that it had not.

'The Colonel accused him of knowing nothing about archaeology.'

You don't want him to kiss you, do you?'

I told him that people had been saying that since the beginning of time, and a strange little smile touched his lips

I told him that was a cruel thing to say.

I'm surprised the first Mrs Protheroe didn't kill him

Then I spoke to him very seriously and asked him to leave St Mary Mead

Lettice didn't care about him at all

'Oh, we'd get in first and tell him to put his hands up!' said Griselda

'He came out of prison yesterday and is promising to punish me! Why? Because when I, as a magistrate, sent him to prison, I did not consider his wife and children

Worried, I stretched out a hand towards him.

I told him you would be back soon and that Colonel Protheroe was waiting in the study

'I've just met him outside.'

I went across to him

When he arrived, he bent over Colonel Protheroe and examined him, then he looked at me

So I gave him what he asked for.

'He sits down to write this, an enemy comes in through the glass door and shoots him.'

'When that bossy little man wants me, you can send him over to the surgery

'But didn't you tell him that the study clock was always kept a quarter of an hour ahead?'

We thought that Inspector Slack would come and ask me what it was I had wanted to tell him, so we were surprised when Mary told us that he had gone

I wonder if she knows who killed him

'Remember, I met him just outside the gate

'I didn't like him, of course

They argued and he shot him

'Well, I shall never forget his face when I met him outside my gate, or the way he said, "Oh, you'll see Protheroe all right!" That should have made me suspect what had just happened.' Haydock stared at me

'What do you mean - what had just happened? When do you think Redding shot him?'

'But, Haydock,' The colonel said, 'if Redding admits shooting him at a quarter to seven...'

'We'd better go down to the police station and see him.'

You found Protheroe there, argued with him, shot him, and left.'

Immediately after they had left, Mr Clement rang up and I told him that they had gone out.'

'It's true! I hated him, and yesterday I shot him.'

It was very good of him - but very silly.'

She paused, 'I told him..

When does she say she shot him?'

'What did she shoot him with?'

And I told him about the clock.