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"Why?" asked Sitka Charley. "I do not know," I confessed. "That picture is all end," he said. "It has no beginning." WHY ASKED SITKA CHARLIE I DO NOT KNOW I CONFESSED THAT PICTURE IS ALL END HE SAID IT HAS NO BEGINNING
ad decorated its walls with illustrations torn from magazines and newspapers, and it was these illustrations that had held Sitka Charley's attention from the moment of our arrival two hours before. He had studied them intently, ranging from one to another and back again, and I could see that there was uncertainty in his mind, and bepuzzlement. "Well?" I finally broke the silence. He took the pipe from his mouth and said simply, "I do not understand." He smoked on again, and again removed the pipe, using it to point at the _Police Gazette_ illustration. "That picture--what does it mean? I do not understand." I looked at the picture. A man, with a preposterously wicked face, his right hand pressed dramatically to his heart, was falling backward to the floor. Confronting him, with a face that was a composite of destroying angel and Adonis, was a man holding a smoking revolver. "One man is killing the other man," I said, aware of a distinct bepuzzlement of my own and of failure to explain. MOKING OF THE EVENING PIPE SOME FORMER DENIZEN OF THE CABIN HAD DECORATED ITS WALLS WITH ILLUSTRATIONS TORN FROM MAGAZINES AND NEWSPAPERS AND IT WAS THESE ILLUSTRATIONS THAT HAD HELD SITKA CHARLIE'S ATTENTION FROM THE MOMENT OF OUR ARRIVAL TWO HOURS BEFORE HE HAD STUDIED THEM INTENTLY RANGING FROM ONE TO ANOTHER AND BACK AGAIN AND I COULD SEE THAT THERE WAS UNCERTAINTY IN HIS MIND AND BEPUZZLEMENT WELL I FINALLY BROKE THE SILENCE HE TOOK THE PIPE FROM HIS MOUTH AND SAID SIMPLY I DO NOT UNDERSTAND HE SMOKED ON AGAIN AND AGAIN REMOVED THE PIPE USING IT TO POINT AT THE POLICE GAZETTE ILLUSTRATION THAT PICTURE WHAT DOES IT MEAN I DO NOT UNDERSTAND A MAN WITH A PREPOSTEROUSLY WICKED FACE HIS RIGHT HAND PRESSED DRAMATICALLY TO HIS HEART WAS FALLING BACKWARD TO THE FLOOR CONFRONTING HIM WITH A FACE THAT WAS A COMPOSITIVE DESTROYING ANGEL AND ADONIS WAS A MAN HOLDING A SMOKING REVOLVER ONE MAN IS KILLING THE OTHER MAN I SAID AWARE OF A DISTINCT BE PUZZLEMENT OF MY OWN AND OF FAILURE TO EXPLAIN
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