"And she'd hardly be able to find it. I can guarantee that. So--this is George's money then, isn't it?" I waited a moment. "Yes, it is." "But it was already stolen." "That's right." "And nobody knows about it. George doesn't suspect. Nobody knows about it but you and me, Tal." "There's another one who knows about it. A man named Earl Fitzmartin. He was in the camp, too. He didn't know about the name Cindy. Now he does. He's smart. He may be able to trace the name to you." "What's he like?" "He's smart and he's vicious." "So are a lot of my friends." "I don't think they're like Fitz. I don't think you could go with Fitz and find it and come back from wherever you went to find it, that is if it was a quiet place and he could put you where he dug up the money." "Like that?" "I think so. I think there's something wrong in his head. I don't think he's very much like other people." "Can you and I--can we trust each other, Tal?" "I think we can." We shook hands with formal ceremony. She looked at me quizzically. "How about you, Tal? Why are you after the money?" "Like they say about climbing mountains. Because it's there." "What will it mean to you?" "I don't know. I have to find it first." "And then all of a sudden it's going to be some kind of an answer to everything?" "Maybe." "What fouled you up, Tal? What broke your wagon?" "I don't know." "I can place most people. I can't quite place you. You look like one type. You know. Played ball in school. Sells bonds or something. Working up to a ranch-type house, a Brooks wardrobe, and some day winter vacations in Bermuda after the kids are in college. You look like that all except the eyes. And the eyes don't look like that at all." "What do they look like?" "The eyes on the horse that knows they're going to shoot him because he was clumsy and busted his leg." "When do we go after the money?" She stepped to the kitchen door and looked at the clock. "You'd feel better if we stayed together until we get it, wouldn't you?" "I guess I would. But it isn't essential." "Your faith is touching. Didn't the police give you the word?" "They said something about a cute variation of the badger game."