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Show •113 they swell up after a few days in the water?" A peculiar wail, a hurt animal's howl, came from above us. I jerked my head around and had a glimpse of Carlo leaning down open-mouthed; it was a moment before I realized that the cry came from him. Without wanting to I yelled back, a long cry in the same tone: "Carlo-o-o-o!" His mouth snapped shut and he looked at me reasonably, then with his hands folded in front of him he leaped head-first off his branch. He stretched out his arms as if to catch the corpse but he missed his mark and fell into the muddy river with a terrific splash halfway between the body and the boat. He bobbed up immediately and struck out with arms and legs; the cop in the boat reached for him, dropping his cop's hat in the water, but Carlo twisted away. "Do something," Morgan said. "Shut up." It seemed as if everybody had lost their heads but me. "Stop him, stop him," Jacob began to say over and over. The divers released the body; it wallowed softly and sank. They took Carlo by the arms. He fought back but their masks and flippers gave them an edge and they gradually pulled him to the far side of the river; a second and third police car and a hearse had arrived. "What are they doing now?" Jacob said. He spoke from behind me, down on his knees, fingering the wooden deck to |