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  〃Mr。 Whitehead's bodyguard。 I've told you; I've been here before。〃 Halifax bent back to the tray of peaches; more wasps congregated at a bruise on one of them。 〃I'm sorry; I can't help you;〃 he said。
  〃You took them already; did you?〃 Marty laid a hand on Halifax's shoulder。 〃Did you?〃 〃I'm not at liberty to tell you anything。〃 〃I'm a friend。〃 Halifax glanced round at Marty。 〃I've sworn;〃 he said; with the finality of a practiced bargainer。 Marty had thought the scenario through as far as this impasse: Halifax confessing that he knew something; but refusing to provide the details。 What now? Did he lay hands on the man; beat it out of him?
  〃Joe is in great danger。〃 〃Oh; yes;〃 Halifax murmured。 〃You think I don't realize that?〃 〃I can help him。〃 Halifax shook his head。 〃Mr。 Whitehead has been a valued customer for a good many years;〃 he explained。 〃He's always had his strawberries from me。 I never knew a man love strawberries the way he does。〃 〃Present tense;〃 Marty mented。
  Halifax went on as though he hadn't been interrupted。 〃He used to e in here personally; before his lady wife died。 Then he stopped ing。 He still bought the fruit。 Had somebody e and pick it up for him。 And at Christmas; there was always a check for the kiddies。 There still is; e to that。 Still sends money for them。〃 The wasp had alighted on the back of his hand; where the sweet juice of one fruit or another had dried。 Halifax let it have its fill。 Marty liked him。 If Halifax wasn't willing to volunteer the information Marty wouldn't be able to bully it out of the man。
  〃Now you e here and tell me you're a friend of his;〃 Halifax said。 〃How do I know you're telling the truth? People have friends who'd cut their throats。〃 〃His more than most。〃 〃True。 So much money; so few people who care about him。〃 Halifax had a sad look。 〃Seems to me I should keep his hideaway secret; don't you? Or else who can he trust in all the world?〃 〃Yes;〃 Marty conceded。 What Halifax said made perfect and passionate sense; and there was nothing he was prepared to do to make him rescind it。
  〃Thank you;〃 he said; cowed by the lesson。 〃I'm sorry to have kept you from your work。〃 He made his way back toward the shop。 He'd gone a few paces when Halifax said: 〃You were the one。〃 Marty pivoted on his heel。
  〃What?〃 〃You were the one who came for the strawberries。 I remember you。 Only you looked different then。〃 Marty ran his hand across several days〃 growth of beard; shaving was a forgotten craft these mornings。
  〃Not the hair;〃 Halifax said。 〃You were harder。 I didn't take to you。〃 Marty waited somewhat impatiently for Halifax to finish this farewell homily。 His mind was already turning over other possibilities。 It was only when he turned back into Halifax's words that he realized the man had changed his mind。 He was going to tell。 He beckoned Marty back across the yard。
  〃You think you can help him?〃 〃Maybe。〃 〃I hope somebody can。〃 〃You've seen him?〃 〃I'll tell you。 He rang the shop; asked for me。 Funny; I recognized the voice immediately; even after all these years。 He asked me to bring him some strawberries。 He said he couldn't e himself。 It was terrible。〃 〃Why?〃 〃He's so frightened。〃 Halifax hesitated; looking for the right words。 〃I remember him as being big; you know? Impressive。 He'd e in the shop and everyone would part for him。 Now? Shrunk to nothing。 Fear did that to him。 I've seen it happen。 My sister…in…law; same thing happened to her。 She had cancer。 Fear killed her months before the tumor。〃 〃Where is he?〃 〃I tell you; I went back home and I didn't say a word to anyone。 I just drank half a bottle of Scotch; straight off。 Never done that in my life。 I just wanted to get the way he'd looked out of my head。 It really turned my stomach; hearing him and seeing him that way。 I mean…if the likes of him's scared; what chance have the rest of us got?〃 〃You're safe;〃 Marty said; hoping to God the European's revenge wouldn't stretch as far as the old man's strawberry supplier。 Halifax was a good man。 Marty found himself holding on to this realization while staring at the round; red face。 Here is goodness。 Flaws too; no doubt: sins by the armful perhaps。 But the good was worth celebrating; however many stains the man had。 Marty wanted to tattoo the date of this recognition on the palm of his hand。
  〃There's a hotel;〃 Halifax was saying。 〃It used to be called the Orpheus; apparently。 It's up the Edgware Road; Staple Corner。 Terrible; rundown place。 Waiting for the demolition squad; I shouldn't be surprised。〃 〃He's there alone?〃 〃Yes。〃 Halifax sighed; thinking of how the mighty had fallen。 〃Perhaps;〃 he suggested after a moment; 〃you might take him some peaches too?〃
  
  He went into the shop and came back with a tattered copy of the London A to Z Street Atlas。 He flicked through the age…creamed pages looking for the appropriate map; all the while sounding his dismay at this turn of events; and his hope that things might still turn out well。 〃Lot of streets been leveled around the hotel;〃 he explained。 〃These maps are well out of date; I'm afraid。〃 Marty peered at the page Halifax had selected。 A cloud; bearing the rain that had already dampened Kilburn and points northwest; covered the sun as Halifax's stained index finger traced a route across the map from the thoroughfares of Holborn to the Hotel Pandemonium。
  
  
  XIII At the Hotel Pandemonium
  
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  Hell is reimagined by each generation。 Its terrain is surveyed for absurdities and remade in a fresher mold; its terrors are scrutinized and; if necessary; reinvented to suit the current climate of atrocity; its architecture is redesigned to appall the eye of the modern damned。 In an earlier age Pandemonium…the first city of Hell…stood on a lava mountain while lightning tore the clouds above it and beacons burned on its walls to summon the fallen angels。 Now; such spectacle belongs to Hollywood。 Hell stands transposed。 No lightning; no pits of fire。
  In a wasteland a few hundred yards from a highway overpass it finds a new incarnation: shabby; degenerate; forsaken。 But here; where fumes thicken the atmosphere; minor terrors take on a new brutality。 Heaven; by night; would have all the configurations of Hell。 No less the Orpheus…hereafter called Pandemonium…Hotel。
  It had once been an impressive building; and could have been again if its owners had been willing to invest in it。 But the task of rebuilding and refurbishing such a large and old…fashioned hotel was probably financially unsound。 Sometime in its past a fire had raged through the place; gutting the first; second and third floors before being extinguished。 The fourth floor; and those above; were smoke…spoiled; leaving only the vaguest signs of the hotel's former glamor intact。
  The vagaries of the city planning department had taken a further toll on the building's chances of restoration。 As Halifax had described; the land to either side of the hotel had been cleared for some projected redevelopment。 None had been undertaken; however。 The hotel stood in splendid isolation; mated about with feed roads to and from the Ml; no more than three hundred yards from one of the busiest stretches of concrete and tarmac in the south of England。 Thousands of drivers glanced its way every day; but its shabby grandeur was by now so familiar they probably scarcely registered its existence。 Clever; Marty thought; to hide in such plain sight。
  He parked the car as close to the hotel as he could; then slipped in through a hole in the corrugated iron fencing around the plot; and picked his way across the wasteland。 The instructions on the fence…〃No Trespassing〃 and 〃No Dumping〃…had been conspicuously ignored。 Black plastic bags; bulging with rubbish; were piled in heaps among the rubble and the old bonfires。 Many of the bags had been torn open by children or dogs。 Domestic and manufacturing trash spilled out: hundreds of scraps of cloth…sweatshop offcuts…were scattered underfoot; rotting food; the ubiquitous tin can; cushions; lampshades and car engines…all abandoned on a bed of rubble dust and gray grass。
  Some of the dogs…wild; Marty guessed…looked up from their scavenging as he advanced; their pale flanks dirty; their 
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