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e direction toward his apartment. She was panting when she reached her door. She fumbled for the right key--front door, office--and then she froze. There was a scratching sound in the apartment. She put her ear close to the door, listened. There was a rasping noise, like somebody dragging a rake ... or like claws, great heavy claws, moving over the hardwood floors! Ellen backed away from the door. It was true, then. She retreated, inch by inch, silently. Get away, leave before it catches you! She turned, ready to make a dash for the elevator ... and faced the man from 410. Down at the end of the hall, in front of his apartment, he was watching her. The way he lingered outside the restaurant, the way he looked at her. One of _them_ ... maybe underneath that homely, ordinary face, his skin was green and clammy. Maybe there were long, sharp claws on his feet. She was breathing unevenly now. Trapped! The thing in the apartment, the man in the hall. Her eyes darted to the elevator, then back, down the hall, past the door marked 404 ... the door marked 404! She covered the few yards in a mad dash, flung herself at the door, pounding wildly. "Please, please!" she sobbed. "Mrs. Moffatt, open, please!" The door opened at once. Mrs. Moffatt's round, wrinkled face beamed at her. "Come in, my dear, come in." She almost fell over the landing. The door closed behind her. She stumbled to the davenport, sank down, gasping. Two cats rubbed against her legs, purring. Two cats? She heard herself say stupidly, "Mrs. Moffatt, where's the other cat?" and wondered why she said it. Then she understood. The old lady's face quivered, altered, melted into something ... something green. * * * * * Outside in the hall, the man from 410 slowly returned to his apartment. Pushing open the door, he thought, I'll never get the nerve to ask her out. Well, probably wasn't a chance, anyhow. What would a girl like her have to do with a lousy cop like me? End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Know Thy Neighbor, by Elisabeth R. Lewis *** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK KNOW THY NEIGHBOR *** ***** This file should be named 32287.txt or 32287.zip ***** This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: http://www.gutenberg.org/3/2/2/8/32287/ Produced by Greg Weeks, Mary Meehan and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net Upda
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