My first job was to keep going for the next three weeks. It was now the 24th day of May , and that meant twenty days of hiding before I could venture to approach the powers that be. I reckoned that two sets of people would be looking for me⁠—Scudder’s enemies to put me out of existence, and the police, who would want me for Scudder’s murder. It was going to be a giddy hunt, and it was queer how the prospect comforted me. I had been slack so long that almost any chance of activity was welcome. When I had to sit alone with that corpse and wait on Fortune I was no better than a crushed worm, but if my neck’s safety was to hang on my own wits I was prepared to be cheerful about it.