He said: "I shouldn't bother yourself with that if I were you."
O'Mara looked down. He saw that the man was holding in his right hand a short Luger pistol. The barrel of the pistol was a few inches from O'Mara's stomach.
He said: "I agree." He smiled. "I will not bother with this. But I think I'd better screw up the connection." He did this. Then he said: "Well?"
The short man said in a dull voice: "Get into the passenger seat. Don't argue or try to do anything stupid; otherwise it will be very bad for you."
O'Mara grinned. For some reason which he could not determine, and in spite of the circumstances, he felt vaguely amused. "Thank you very much," he said. "I suppose I may take it that if I don't argue and behave in an unstupid manner, everything will be very good for me?"
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