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But it wasn't so simple as that. In the morning I found I couldn't shake off the guilt which possessed me. Even two bottles of Scotch hadn't helped me to forget. I was dead drunk and cold sober at the same time. BUT IT WASN'T SO SIMPLE AS THAT IN THE MORNING I FOUND I COULDN'T SHAKE OFF THE GUILT WHICH POSSESSED ME EVEN TWO BOTTLES OF SCOTCH HADN'T HELPED ME TO FORGET I WAS DEAD DRUNK AND COLD SOBER AT THE SAME TIME
 hollow of her throat. They looked—peaceful; no line marred their faces. I almost fancied I saw them breathe. And on her third finger, left hand, was the ring—a thin, platinum band. He had won, and in winning somehow he had lost. How they had died and why they found each other and death at the same time, I would probably never know. I only knew one thing: I had to get away from there—quickly. I almost ran the distance to my flat. Stumbled into the place and poured a triple Scotch which I could scarcely hold. The Scotch seared my throat and tasted bitter; someone must have poured salt in it. Then I realized that it was tears—my tears. I, Bill Morris, who hadn't cried since my fifth birthday—I was sobbing like a baby. I didn't call the police. That would mean I would have to go back and watch them cover that lovely body, carry it away and submit it to untold indignities in order to ascertain the cause of death. The cleaning girl would find them in the morning and would notify the police. THE FIRE HIS HEAD RESTING IN THE HOLLOW OF HER THROAT THEY LOOKED PEACEFUL NO LINE MARRED THEIR FACES I ALMOST FANCIED I SAW THEM BREATHE AND ON HER THIRD FINGER LEFT HAND WAS THE RING A THIN PLATINUM BAND HE HAD WON AND IN WINNING SOMEHOW HE'D LOST HOW THEY DIED AND WHY THEY FOUND EACH OTHER IN DEATH AT THE SAME TIME I WOULD PROBABLY NEVER KNOW I ONLY KNEW ONE THING I HAD TO GET AWAY FROM THERE QUICKLY I ALMOST RAN THE DISTANCE TO MY FLAT STUMBLED INTO THE PLACE AND POURED A TRIPLE SCOTCH WHICH I COULD SCARCELY HOLD THE SCOTCH SEARED MY THROAT AND TASTED BITTER SOME ONE MUST HAVE POURED SALT IN IT THEN I REALIZED THAT IT WAS TEARS MY TEARS I BILL MORRIS WHO HADN'T CRIED SINCE MY FIFTH BIRTHDAY I WAS SOBBING LIKE A BABY I DIDN'T CALL THE POLICE THAT WOULD MEAN I WOULD HAVE TO GO BACK AND WATCH THEM COVER THAT LOVELY BODY CARRY IT AWAY AND SUBMITTED TO UNTOLD INDIGNITIES IN ORDER TO ASCERTAIN THE CAUSE OF DEATH THE CLEANING GIRL WOULD FIND THEM IN THE MORNING AND WOULD NOTIFY THE POLICE
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