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In this mind-bending short story from the golden age of science fiction, a hard-living hobo named Kevin O'Malley finds his squalid daily routine falling to pieces around him when a mysterious woman shows up and begins throwing around some hard-to-believe accusations about his partner in crime, a lowlife who goes by the name of Doc.

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Publié par	The Floating Press
Date de parution	01 octobre 2016
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781776672158
Langue	English

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CONFIDENCE GAME
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JIM HARMON

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Confidence Game First published in 1957 Epub ISBN 978-1-77667-215-8 Also available: PDF ISBN 978-1-77667-216-5 © 2016 The Floating Press and its licensors. All rights reserved. While every effort has been used to ensure the accuracy and reliability of the information contained in The Floating Press edition of this book, The Floating Press does not assume liability or responsibility for any errors or omissions in this book. The Floating Press does not accept responsibility for loss suffered as a result of reliance upon the accuracy or currency of information contained in this book. Do not use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Many suitcases look alike. Visit www.thefloatingpress.com
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I admit it: I didn't know if I was coming or going—but I know that if I stuck to the old man, I was a comer ... even if he was a goner!
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Doc had this solemn human by the throat when I caught up with him.
"Tonight," Doc was saying in his old voice that was as crackled andimportant as parchment, "tonight Man will reach the Moon. The goldenMoon and the silver ship, symbols of greed. Tonight is the night whenthis is to happen."
"Sure," the man agreed severely, prying a little worriedly at Doc'sarthritic fingers that were clamped on his collar. "No argument. Sure,up we go. But leave me go or, so help me, I'll fetch you one in theteeth!"
I came alongside and carefully started to lever the old man loose,one finger at a time. It had to be done this way. I had learned thatduring all these weeks and months. His hands looked old and crippled,but I felt they were the strongest in the world. If a half dozen winosin Seattle hadn't helped me get them loose, Doc and I would have beenwanted for the murder of a North American Mountie.
It was easier this night and that made me afraid. Doc's thin frame,layered with lumpy fat, was beginning to muscle-dance against my side.One of his times was coming on him. Then at last he was free of thegreasy collar of the human.
"I hope you'll forgive him, sir," I said, not meeting the man's eyes."He's my father and very old, as you can see." I laughed inside at theabsurd, easy lie. "Old events seem recent to him."
The human nodded, Adam's apple jerking in the angry neon twilight."'Memory Jump,' you mean. All my great-grandfathers have it. ButGreat-great-grandmother Lupos, funny thing, is like a schoolgirl.Sharp, you know. I.... Say, the poor old guy looks sick. Want any help?"
I told the human no, thanks, and walked Doc toward the flophouse threedoors down. I hoped we would make it.