"They can go back. What they do when arrive? Depends on them."
"Don't you wish it were true?" she sighed to Jeff.
"You afraid to believe," said Snader, a glimmer of amusement in his restless eyes. "Why not try? What you lose? Come on, look at station. Very near here."
Ann jumped up. "It might be fun, Jeff. Let's see what he means, if anything."
Jeff's pulse quickened. He too felt a sort of midsummer night's madness—a yearning to forget his troubles. "Okay, just for kicks. But we go in my car."
Snader moved ahead to the cashier's stand. Jeff watched the weasel-like grace of his short, broad body.
"This is no ordinary oddball," Jeff told Ann. "He's tricky. He's got some gimmick."
"First I just played him along, to see how loony he was," Ann said. "Now I wonder who's kidding whom." She concluded thoughtfully, "He's kind of handsome, in a tough way."
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