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 〃Right。〃 Murch started the Renault; drove a block; waited for a green light; turned left on Dyer Avenue; and parked over against the left…hand curb。
 There wasn't much room in the Renault; and Dortmunder had long legs。 While he shifted around; trying to get fortable; Murch rolled down his side window and took a long narrow cigar out of his shirt pocket。 Dortmunder stopped squirming to watch him light it; and then said; 〃What's that? You don't smoke cigars。〃
 〃I thought I'd try one;〃 Murch said。
 〃It stinks;〃 Dortmunder said。
 〃You think so? I kind of like it。〃
 Dortmunder shook his head。 He scrunched around again; moving himself an inch farther away from Murch; and then rolled his side window down。 He hung his right arm outside; and watched the ining tunnel traffic stream past his right elbow and on up Dyer Avenue。
 Dyer Avenue; on the west side of midtown Manhattan; has almost no true existence at all。 It runs eight blocks; from Thirty…fourth Street to Forty…second Street; and contains no houses; no shops; no churches or schools or factories。 Lined with the blank walls of warehouse backs and overpass supports; it is partially roofed by ramps leading to the upper levels of the Port Authority Bus Terminal; and is used exclusively to funnel traffic ing out of the Lincoln Tunnel。 There's no reason to park there; and in fact no parking is permitted。
 Which was what the mounted policeman told them; ten minutes later。 ing up on Dortmunder's side of the car; he leaned down beside the neck of his horse and said; 〃There's no parking here; fella。〃
 Dortmunder looked up and back; and saw this policeman's face suspended in midair。 Then he saw it was a policeman's head with a horse's body。 He just stared。
 〃Didn't you hear me; fella?〃 the policeman said。
 Dortmunder reared back; as best he could in the Renault; closed one eye; and finally managed to get the right perspective。 〃Oh;〃 he said。 〃Right。 Yeah。〃 Nodding to the policeman; he turned to tell Murch to drive them away from there。
 〃Just a minute;〃 the policeman said; and when Dortmunder looked at him again he was climbing down off his horse。 Now what? Dortmunder thought; and he waited while the policeman got himself down onto the blacktop and leaned his head close to the window。 He gave Dortmunder a hard look; and then gave Murch a hard look。 He also sniffed loudly; and Dortmunder realized the police。 man thought they were drunk。 He sniffed again; and wrinkled his face up; and said; 〃What's that stink?〃
 〃His cigar;〃 Dortmunder said。 〃I told him it stunk;〃 he said; and watched the Caddy go by。 Silver…gray Cadillac limousine; whip antenna; gray…uniformed chauffeur; kid in the backseat; Jersey plate number WAX 361。 Dortmunder sighed。
 〃Urp;〃 Murch said。 Then; being very hasty; he said; 〃Okay; officer; I'll move it now。〃 He even shifted into gear。
 〃Just hold on there;〃 the policeman said。 The Cadillac went on up to Forty…second Street and turned right。 The policeman; leading his horse; walked slowly in his tight riding boots around the front of the Renault。 He studied the car and the license plate; and frowned through the windshield at the two men inside there。 Murch gave him a big wide smile; and Dortmunder just looked at him。
 There wasn't room for the horse between the left side of the Renault and the brick wall of the overpass support; so the policeman left it standing broadside in front of the car。
 Still smiling broadly at the policeman; Murch said out of the corner of his mouth; 〃What if he asks for license and registration?〃
 〃Maybe there's a registration in the glove partment。〃
 〃Yeah; but I don't have a license。〃
 〃Wonderful;〃 Dortmunder said; and the policeman leaned down to look in Murch's window and say; 〃What are you parked here for; anyway?〃
 Murch said; 〃I got a dizzy spell ing through the tunnel。〃 Out front; the horse's tail; which was on Dortmunder's side of the car; lifted up and the horse began to relieve himself。
 The policeman said; 〃Dizzy spell; huh? Let's see your…〃
 〃Your horse;〃 Dortmunder said loudly。
 The policeman looked past Murch at Dortmunder。 〃What?〃
 〃Your horse;〃 Dortmunder said; 〃is shitting on our car。〃
 The policeman leaned in and looked through the windshield at his horse。 〃Son of a bitch;〃 he said。 He removed his head from the car; went around front; grabbed the reins; and led the horse away from the car。
 〃Get us out of here;〃 Dortmunder said。
 〃Right。〃 Murch put the Renault in gear again and angled out away from the curb and around the policeman and his horse。 Moving slowly by; he called to the policeman; 〃Thank you; officer。 I feel a lot better now。〃
 The horse apparently preferred walking to standing still when relieving itself; and was now walking slowly up Dyer Avenue; plopping contentedly behind itself; and ignoring the policeman's efforts to make it stop。 〃Yeah yeah;〃 the policeman said; nodding in distraction at Murch; and to the horse said; 〃Stop there; Abner; stop there。〃
 Up at Forty…second Street the light was against them。 They stopped; and Dortmunder said; 〃Goddam it to hell and goddam it back again。〃
 〃So we'll try it again Friday;〃 Murch said。
 〃The horse'll shit in the window next time。〃
 The light turned green and Murch made a left。 〃You want me to take you home?〃
 〃Might as well。〃
 At Tenth Avenue the light was against them。 Murch said; 〃I threw out the cigar; did you notice?〃
 〃I told you it stunk。〃
 〃Friday we'll wait around the corner on Forty…second。 You can park there。〃
 〃Sure;〃 Dortmunder said。
 The light remained red。 Murch looked thoughtful。 He said; 〃Listen; you in a hurry?〃
 〃In a hurry for what?〃
 〃Let's take a little drive; okay?〃
 Dortmunder shrugged。 〃Do what you want。〃
 〃Fine;〃 Murch said。 The light turned green and he headed up Tenth Avenue。
 Dortmunder brooded for forty blocks; as Tenth Avenue changed its name to Amsterdam Avenue and its language to Spanish; but as they crossed Eighty…sixth Street he finally sat up; looked out at the world; and said; 〃Where we going?〃
 〃Up to Ninety…sixth;〃 Murch said; 〃and over to Central Park West; and then down。 After that I'll take you home。〃
 〃What's the idea?〃
 Murch shrugged; and seemed slightly embarrassed。 〃Well; you never know;〃 he said。
 〃You never know what?〃
 〃In the hook; the car goes to Central Park West。〃
 Dortmunder stared at him。 〃You think the Caddy's going to be on Central Park West because the car in the book was on Central Park West?〃
 March showed increasing disfort。 〃I figured;〃 he said; 〃what the hell; it won't cost us anything。 Besides; in the book the kid's ing in for special speech therapy; right? So this kid; in the Caddy; he's got to be ing in to see some specialist like that; too; and Central Park West is full of those guys。〃
 〃So's Park Avenue;〃 Dortmunder said。 〃So's a lot of other places; all over town。〃
 〃If you don't want to do it;〃 Murch said; 〃it's okay with me。 I just figured; what the hell。〃
 Dortmunder looked at the sign for the cross street they were passing: Ninety…fourth。 〃You want to go to Ninety…sixth; and then down?〃
 〃Right。〃
 〃Well; we're here already; so go ahead。〃
 〃It probably won't e out to anything;〃 Murch said; 〃but the way I figured; what…〃
 〃Yeah; I know;〃 Dortmunder said。 〃You figured; what the hell。〃
 〃That's the way I figured;〃 Murch said; and made the turn on Ninety…sixth Street。 They traveled two blocks to Central Park West; turned right again; and headed south; with the park on their left and the tall apartment buildings on their right。 They traveled south for twenty…five blocks; Murch looking more and more awkward and Dortmunder feeling more and more fatalistic; when all of a sudden Murch slammed on the brakes and shouted; 〃Son of a bitch!〃
 A cab behind them honked; squealed its brakes; and twisted on around them with various words shouted out into the air。 Dortmunder looked where Murch was pointing; and he said; 〃I just don't believe it。〃
 The Caddy。 Silver…gray; whip antenna; Jersey plate number WAX 361。 Parked in a bus stop; big as life。 When Murch drove slowly by; the chauffeur was sitting behind the wheel in there reading a tabloid newspaper。 His hat was off。
 Murch found a space in front of a f

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