HARRY MORGAN-WINTER Spellman looked at Richard Gordon wildly. cHe sneered at a stork/ he said. 'He stepped away from a stork. A stork that wheels in circling flight. . .* 'Come on, Harold/ said the big young man. Spellman put out his hand to Richard Gordon. 'No offence,5 he said. 'You're a good writer. Keep right on with it. Remember I'm always happy. Don't let them confuse you. See you soon.5 With the large young man's arm over his shoulder the two of them moved out through the crowd to the door. Spellman looked back and winked at Richard Gordon. 'Nice fella,5 the proprietor said. He tapped his head. 'Very well educate. Studies too much I guess. Likes to break glasses. He don't mean no harm. Pay for everything he break.' 'Does he come in here much?' 'In the evening. What he say he was? A swan?' 'A stork.5 'Other night was a horse. With wings. Like a horse on a white horse bottle only with pair a wings! Nice fella all right. Plenty money. Getsa funny ideas. Family keep him down here now with his manager. He told me he like your books, Mr. Gordon. What you have to drink? On the house.' 'A whisky/ said Richard Gordon. He saw the sheriff coming toward him. The sheriff was a rather cadaverous and extremely friendly man. Richard Gordon had seen him that afternoon at the Bradleys5 party and talked with him about the bank robbery.