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- He was within a block of his destination when the lone car turned a corner quite suddenly and flashed a fierce white cone of light upon him. A metallic voice called to him:"Stand still. Stay where you are! Don't move! "He halted. "Put up your hands!" "But-" he said. "Your hands up! Or we'll Shoot!"The police, of course "Your name?" said the police car in a metallic whisper. He couldn't see the men in it for the bright light in his eyes."Leonard Mead," he said."Speak up!""Leonard Mead!""Business or profession?""I guess you'd call me a writer.""No profession," said the police car
- "What are you doing out?""Walking," said Leonard Mead."Walking!""Just walking," he said simply, but his face felt cold."Walking, just walking, walking?""Yes, sir.""Walking where? For what?""Walking for air. Walking to see."
- They passed one house on one street a moment later, one house in an entire city of houses that were dark, but this one particular house had all of its electric lights brightly lit, every window a loud yellow illumination, square and warm in the cool darkness."That's my house," said Leonard Mead.
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