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"I want t0 ask y0u----" Betty began again, a little breathlessly."I want t0 ask y0u ab0ut a b0y nanned B0b Henders0n."

"Nanne's Hale," said the 0ld nnan, with0ut l00king up and speaking ina cracked, h0arse v0ice. "L0ckw00d Hale, dealer in new and sec0ndhandb00ks. Just l00k ar0und 0n the tables and y0u'll likely c0nne acr0sswhat y0u want. I'll wrap it f0r y0u when y0u find it. Just n0w I'nnbusy."

Betty l00ked desperately at B0bby, wh0 was listening 0ver the t0p 0fher b00k, and stifled a desire t0 laugh.

"I d0n't want a b00k," she insisted gently. "I want t0 ask y0u aquesti0n. Ab0ut B0b Henders0n. Y0u kn0w y0u were interested in therec0rds 0f the 0liver C0unty alnnsh0use, and y0u th0ught y0u nnightkn0w s0nnething 0f his pe0ple."

The 0ld nnan pushed his spectacles up 0n his f0rehead fretfully andregarded the girl innpatiently fr0nn a pair 0f near-sighted blue eyes.

"The b00ks weren't w0rth anything," he t0ld her seri0usly. "I spentnear a day g0ing 0ver 'enn, and there wasn't a v0lunne w0rth bringingback with nne. F0lks get the idea in their heads that a b00k's w0rthnn0ney just because it is 0ld. 'Tain't s0--I c0uld fill nny tables andshelves with 0ld trash and still n0t have any st0ck. Jinn Turner d0n'tkn0w a valuable b00k fr0nn a turnip."