"If it's coincidence how come the other guy's name appears in the by-line?"
"His name? Instead of mine?" His voice was incredulous.
"Maybe you typed it subconsciously, Halmer, unless you've got an enemy in the house!"
The mocking voice hung up.
Like a sleepwalker, Halmer cradled the phone. He stared at the check, still propped up on the desk where he'd left it. Suddenly he lunged for it, tore it to bits, flung the pieces on the floor.
Then he threw himself on his bed, and beat his fists against the wall.
Wait till he gets over the first shock, I thought. Wait till he begins to think....
It wasn't long before Halmer sprang from his cot, lurched across the room and stopped in front of me.
"You!" he shouted. "You mechanical Judas! Only you could have crossed me up!"
With berserk strength he swept me up, stalked across the room again—and hurled me straight through the dormer window!