By Alfred Hitchcock
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I don't care who you say you are," boomed the voice. "I'm warning you for the last time. " "And I'm warning you," called Parker. "Either you open the door or we shoot. I'm going to count to three. Unless you open up, we're going to shoot our way in. " No answer. " Deep booming derisive laughter. " No sound. Parker motioned to the policemen carrying the carbine and he ranged up. Parker raised his right hand, index finger pointed upward. "Open up! " No sound. Parker pointed the finger at the policeman and nodded.
I took her into my lap as we drank. I thought how nice it would be to have her all to myself again. What a doll! I looked at her fondly. So maybe she was inclined to take up with other men when I was away. Out of sheer boredom only. Just to dilute her loneliness. Nothing else. Suddenly it occurred to me that there was one good way to put a stop to that: quit this crummy selling routine that kept me on the road half the time. I put down my empty martini glass and turned her face to me and kissed her.
Four in the family," I said. "Three brothers and myself. Adam was the oldest. " "Joseph was thirty-six. Simon is thirty-two. " "Sorry," I said. " "Please," I said. "Adam, so much older than any of us, was sort of father to all of us. Adam was a bachelor, rich and successful - he always had a knack for making money - while the rest of us" - she shrugged - "when it came to earning money, we were no shining lights. " "Nightclub performer. " "I do voices, you know? I used to be a ventriloquist. Now I'm a mimic; imitations, that sort of thing.