upstairs where it's warm. It's so cold down here."
"But as the boy grows up, he gets bigger and stronger. He can shed the model-symbol. Master the real object, the real train. Get genuine control over things. Valid mastery." Tyler shook his head. "Not this substitute thing. Unusual. a grown person going to such lengths." He frowned. "I never noticed a mortuary on State Street."
"And this. Steuben Pet Shop. Next door to the radio repair shop. There's no pet shop there." Tyler cudgeled his brain. "What is there? Next to the radio repair place"
"Paris Furs." Madge clasped her arms. "Brrrrr. Come on Paul. Let's go upstairs before I freeze."
Tyler laughed. "Okay, sissy." He headed toward the stairs, frowning again. "I wonder why. Steuben Pets. Never heard of it. Everything is so detailed. He must know the town by heart. To put a shop there that isn't—" He clicked off the basement light. "And the mortuary. What's supposed to be there? Isn't the—"
"Forget it," Madge called back, hurrying past him, into the warm living room. "You're practically as bad as he is. Men are such children."
Tyler didn't respond. He was deep in thought. His suave confidence was gone; he looked nervous and shaken.
Madge pulled the venetian blinds down. The living room sank into amber gloom. She flopped down on the couch and pulled Tyler down beside her. "Stop looking like that," she ordered. "I've never seen you this way." Her slim arms circled his neck and her lips brushed close to his ear. "I wouldn't have let you in if I thought you were going to worry about him."
Tyler grunted, preoccupied. "Why did you let me in?"
The pressure of Madge's arms increased. Her silk pajamas rustled as she moved against him. "Silly," she said.
Big red-headed Jim Larson gaped in disbelief. "What do you mean? What's the matter with you?"
"I'm quitting." Haskel shoveled the contents of his desk into his briefcase. "Mail the check to my house."
"Get out of the way." Haskel pushed past Larson, out into the hall. Larson was stunned with amazement. There was a fixed expression on Haskel's face. A glazed