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Tom looked behind him and saw the man coming out of the green cage. He walked faster. There was no doubt the man was following him. Tom had noticed him five minutes ago, staring at him from a table.Tom had paid for his drink in a hurry and left.
At the corner, Tom leaned forward and ran across Fifth Avenue. There was Raoul's should he take a chance and go in for another drink? Or should he runover to Park Avenue and try to escape by hiding in dark doorways? He went into Raoul's.
As he walked up to an empty seat at the bar, he looked around to see if he knew anyone. There was that big manwith red hair, whose name he always forgot, sitting at a table with a blonde girl.
But who was that man outside? Was that the kind of man they would send after him? He did not look like a policeofficer or a detective. He looked like a businessman, someone's father, well-dressed with gray hair. Was that the kind of man they would send after him? He would chat with you in a bar, and then bang¡one hand on the shoulder and the other hand holding a policeman's identification. Tom Ripley You're under arrest¡ Tom watched the door.
Here he was, coming inside, taking a place at the bar. Tomstared at him. They could not give you more than ten years. Tom thought. Maybe fifteen, but with good behavior-As the man started to speak, Tom suffered a moment of desperate regret. Why was he pretendingto work for the income tax office? Yes he received checks for hundreds of dollars from stupid people who believed him. When he said they owed money. But he never cashed the checks. It was really justa silly game that made him fell powerful.
"Pardon me, are you Tom Ripley?"
"Yes".
"My name is Herbert Greenleaf. Richard Greenleaf's father."
The look on his face would have been less confusingif he had been holding a gun. The face was friendly smiling and hopeful.
"You are a friend of Richard's aren't you?"
Tom searched his memory. Dickie Greenleaf. A tall, blond guy. He had quite a...
At the corner, Tom leaned forward and ran across Fifth Avenue. There was Raoul's should he take a chance and go in for another drink? Or should he runover to Park Avenue and try to escape by hiding in dark doorways? He went into Raoul's.
As he walked up to an empty seat at the bar, he looked around to see if he knew anyone. There was that big manwith red hair, whose name he always forgot, sitting at a table with a blonde girl.
But who was that man outside? Was that the kind of man they would send after him? He did not look like a policeofficer or a detective. He looked like a businessman, someone's father, well-dressed with gray hair. Was that the kind of man they would send after him? He would chat with you in a bar, and then bang¡one hand on the shoulder and the other hand holding a policeman's identification. Tom Ripley You're under arrest¡ Tom watched the door.
Here he was, coming inside, taking a place at the bar. Tomstared at him. They could not give you more than ten years. Tom thought. Maybe fifteen, but with good behavior-As the man started to speak, Tom suffered a moment of desperate regret. Why was he pretendingto work for the income tax office? Yes he received checks for hundreds of dollars from stupid people who believed him. When he said they owed money. But he never cashed the checks. It was really justa silly game that made him fell powerful.
"Pardon me, are you Tom Ripley?"
"Yes".
"My name is Herbert Greenleaf. Richard Greenleaf's father."
The look on his face would have been less confusingif he had been holding a gun. The face was friendly smiling and hopeful.
"You are a friend of Richard's aren't you?"
Tom searched his memory. Dickie Greenleaf. A tall, blond guy. He had quite a...
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