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WHAT HE WAS CAPABLE OF !

YOU'RE NOT DOING YOUR

BLOOD PRESSURE ANY GOOD.

MYBLOOD ?

MR. JAMES, IT'S JOEL BRENNER

OVER AT THEURBANITE.

WANTS TO KNOW IF YOU'LL WRITE

SOMETHING ABOUT THE MAYOR

FOR THE PAPER.

- RICKY, YOU TAKE CARE OF IT.

- WHAT SHALL I SAY ?

MY GOD. HE WEN OFF THE BRIDGE !

SAY WHATEVER YOU DAMN PLEASE.

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT.

- COME ON, COME ON.

YOU BETTER--

- I CAN'T BELIEVE IT !

COME ON, YOU BETTER

GO HOME NOW.

YOU-- YOU--

I'LL CALL YOU LATER.

YOU KNEW HIM AS WELL AS I DID,

RICKY. HE COULDN'T.

I DON'T BELIEVE IT !

NOT NOW, RICKY.

YES. NOW.

MY GOD, SEARS.

SOMETHING'S HAPPENING.

I-- I CAN TELL.

SOMETHING TERRIBLE.

YOU CAN BE VERY PERSISTENT.

PERSISTEN WITHOUT BEING A BULLY.

THAT'S A VERY NICE QUALITY,

RICKY.

- DON'T TRY TO BAMBOOZLE ME.

- IT'S A FEW BAD DREAMS !

AND A MONTHLY SPOOK STORY.

COME ON, NOW.

LET'S GET TO WORK.

YOU'RE DISSEMBLING.

IT'S BENEATH YOU.

ALL RIGHT.

WHAT WOULD YOU ADVISE ?

I DON'T KNOW. BUT WE'VE

GOTTA DO SOMETHING.

HELLO.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE ?

ANSWER ME.

I WON'T HURT YOU.

ANSWER THE MAN, FENNY.

HELLO, MR. HAWTHORNE.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE ?

WHAT DO YOU WANT ?

WE WANT TO PLAY.

ISN'T THAT SO,

LITTLE BROTHER ?

YOU CAN'T STAY HERE.

YOU'RE BREAKING THE LAW.

- IS THAT SO ?

- YOU'RE TRESPASSING HERE,

ILLEGALLY !

NO. NO, WE'RE NOT.

- WE KNOW THE OWNER.

- THERE IS NO OWNER.

SURE, THERE IS !

WE'VE SPOKEN TO HER.

- WHO ?

- OUR FRIEND.

OUR NEW FRIEND.

NO ONE LIVES HERE.

SOMEONE LIVED HERE.

SOMEONE FANTASTIC.

WHAT ?

YOU'VE LIVED IN THIS TOWN

ALL YOUR LIFE,

AND YOU DON'T KNOW ?

WHAT ?

HE KNOWS,

DOESN'T HE, FENNY ?

MAYBE HE'D LIKE TO PLAY

WITH US, FENNY.

WHAT ?

MAYBE IT'S TIME

HE JOINED OUR LITTLE GAME.

YEAH. YOU'RE GONNA BE

SEEING SOME UNUSUAL...

AND INTERESTING THINGS

BEFORE WE'RE THROUGH,

RICKY !

NO.

AND YOU MIGHT SAY...

YOU'RE GONNA BE HAVING

THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE.

YOU KNOW, RICKY,

YOU'RE NOT GONNA KNOW

IF YOU'RE REAPING OR SOWING.

YOU WON'T KNOW UP

FROM DOWN. AND, RICKY,

WE'RE GOING TO TEAR THE SOUL

OF THIS PATHETIC TOWN...

AND CRUSH ITS BARE BONES

BETWEEN OUR TEETH !

FENNY DID GOOD,

DIDN'T HE, LADY ?

EXCELLENT.

YOU LIKED THAT, DIDN'T YOU ?

I LOVED IT. NOW I'LL TELL YOU

WHAT WE'RE GOING TO DO NEXT.

THAT'S HIM !

GREGORY BATE.

ARE YOU SURE,

MR. HAWTHORNE ?

POSITIVE.

THE EVIDENCE,

TAKEN AS A WHOLE,

LEADS ME TO ONLY ONE

POSSIBLE CONCLUSION.

THAT EDWARD CHARLES WANDERLEY,

HIS MIND IN A STATE

OF CONFUSION,

TOOK HIS OWN LIFE.

I DON'T BELIEVE THIS !

GET THEM OUT OF THAT HOUSE

TODAY. DO YOU HEAR ME ?

I'M SURE EVERYBODY

HAS BY NOW.

DON'T SMART-ASS ME.

JUST GET 'EM OUTTA THERE.

SEARS JAMES,

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