I Bury the Living Page #6

and held them fast,

like so, until they went.

Aye, even big old

George, your uncle,

left as easy as a baby.

Mittel?

That doesn't explain

what happened to Mittel.

Mittel's dead.

Will you stop that

confounded talk, man?

That map's naught

but a doodad, you fool.

There's nothing to fear here.

That map.

Andy, talk about

something else, quick.

It's important.

You're finished with talking.

Finished you are,

with maps, and pins...

Black and white.

Talk about

something else, I said.

It's important.

Right now.

Talk about anything else.

Now!

Why?

Because I caused you

to kill those people.

Andy, you better get

this straight right now.

You heard that lieutenant.

It's possible for some people

to have things inside them

that make other things happen.

Nothing is impossible

for a man like that

if he thinks about it hard enough.

I know you, Andy...

You're no killer.

I made you do it.

You thought me

into killing them?

Then they could

all be back.

Andy, I never knew it.

How do you

account for that?

That noise.

Can't you hear it?

Andy. Andy, stop.

There's nobody.

They could all be back.

They could all be back.

St0p!

Kraft,

don't let them get inside.

They're coming.

You shouldn't have stuck

in them white pins, Bobby,

but now it's too late.

Too late.

I only killed five.

You gave me only five.

Not the young Drexel couple.

Go away. Go away.

Leave me alone.

Go away. Go.

Save me, Bobby.

He's dead, lieutenant.

All right, forget

the normal procedure.

Get him out of here.

Exhibit A.

He really didn't need it.

They died of fright

first, just like he did.

You're forgetting

about those seven trips

to the mausoleum, lieutenant.

Seven bodies, seven trips.

They helped.

Lieutenant, uh...

Jacob Mittel, uh, died in Paris?

No, that was a plant,

Mr. Kraft. Mittel's all right.

Sorry we had to

put you through this,

but it was the best way

to make McKee

come out in the open.

Uh, Mrs. Mittel stayed up

all night at headquarters

waiting for us to call in.

Our radio car is posted just outside.

We signaled her to phone you

and tell you that lie

about her husband.

Am I getting through

to you, Mr. Kraft?

Well, not quite yet.

We watched him, Bob.

He actually managed to...

unearth all seven of them.

Wonder what got into him.

It was those white pins.

It was.

Oh.

- Annie, I've lost my overcoat.

- Hmm?

Oh, where?

Which one?

I'll get it.

No, never mind.

I think I can find it myself.

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