The trusted cashier of a big department store.
Mary wanted to know if he had remembered to buy the Blade Leaf 40 to spray the azaleas.
“For God’s sake, shut up for just five minutes,” he snapped at her. “Can’t you see I’m thinking?” …
He was still thinking at four o’clock that afternoon. If there was a flaw in the plan he had conceived, he couldn’t find it. He had nothing to fear from the law. He was above the law. The State of California couldn’t put a dead man in prison. Once he had had his year, they could do what they pleased with his body.
Nor was there any use waiting. There would never be any more money in the store vault than there was tonight. And when a man had only three hundred and sixty-five days to live it was foolish to waste even one.
He reconnoitered the yard with his
