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Square had not been a very good wrestler. He had reached the status referred to, in carnival slang, as a
musclehead.

In Blanca Grande, he had simply transferred his wrestling talents. Instead of squeezing heads in the ring,
he squeezed them out of it.

He was a blue-eyed, black-haired young man. He looked as fierce as a bullfight bull hot on the heels of
the toreador. He was big enough to scare a tank.

He was employed by Francisco Doyle, Blanca Grande's most affluent financier. Square was Francisco
Doyle's official poker-in-the-noser.

Square listened quietly to Kathy Doyle's story about the small man, then said, “I'm a son of a gun!”

He started to get up.

“Where are you going?” Kathy asked Square.

“Fix him,” said Square.

“Oh, no, no,” Kathy said hastily. “Sit down!”

“But—”

“You,” said Kathy, “will get us tangled up in a murder, and that will mean complications. We can't have
that. This is a very important affair. We can't have any monkey wrenches falling in the works.”

“Fix him gently,” said Square hopefully.

“How do you mean, gently?”

“Fall on him,” said Square. He illustrated how he intended to stumble. “Fall on little guy. Mash him.”

“Don't be silly,” said Kathy. “You wouldn't mash him that easily.”

Square looked at her placidly. “I would if I happened to get my hands on him when I fell. I would break
his back. It would be a very simple accident.”

Kathy shuddered. “Stop such talk!”

She wasn't quite sure whether Square meant what he was saying or not. There were some remarkable
stories about Square to be picked up around Mercado, the capital city of Blanca Grande. Kathy hoped
they weren't true.

“It would be the most simple kind of an accident,” said Square hopefully.

“No.”

“I would be a complete stranger to you and this Abril babe. I would tell the police that,” Square said.