H.P. Podcraft.com. A. H.Podcraft. I'm going to. Pick my name. Pickman's model by H.Pichman's model by H.P. Lovecraft.

Red by Greg Johnson.

You needn't think I'm crazy, Elliot. Plenty of others have queerer prejudices than this.

Why don't you laugh at Oliver's grandfather who won't ride in a motor?

If I don't like that damn subway it's my own business.

We got here more quickly anyhow in the taxi. We'd have had to walk up the hill from Park Street

if we'd taken the car. I know I'm more nervous than I was when you saw me last year, but you don't need to hold a clinic over it.

There's plenty of reason, God knows, and I fancy I'm lucky to be sane at all.

Why the third degree?

I didn't use to be so inquisitive. Well if you must hear it, I don't

know why you shouldn't. Maybe you ought to anyhow, for you kept writing me like a grieved

parent when you heard I'd begun to cut the art club and keep away from

Pickman. Now that he's disappeared, I go around to the club once in a while, but my nerves aren't what they were.

No, I don't know what's become of Pickman and I don't like to guess.

You might have surmised I had some inside information when I dropped him and that's why I don't want to think where he's gone.

Let the police find what they can. It won't be much judging judging from the fact that they don't know yet of the old North End place he hired under the name of Peters.

I'm not sure that I could find it again myself, not that I'd ever try, even in broad daylight.

Yes, I do know or I'm afraid I know why he maintained it. I'm coming to that and I think

you'll understand before I'm through why I don't tell the police. They would ask me to guide them, but I couldn't go back there, even if I knew the way. There was something there.

And now I can't use the subway, or, and you may as well have your laugh at this too go down into

sellers anymore. I should think you'd have known I didn't drop Pickman for the same

silly reasons that fussy old women like Dr Reed or Joe

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