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Show page 102 the hose," Miles said, and reached around her for it. She backed ax^ay, playfully, around the arbor. "No, no playing," he said. "I'll soak the creeper while you get a shower." The trumpet creeper arbor was ten feet high, of white hickory slats attached to four stanchions. Miles adjusted the hose nozzle to a finer spray and let the spray fall upon the creeper and remembered when he had put the cuttings in the ground, shortly after he had come to the place to live and start his boat business, at three o'clock in the morning, after digging a ten foot hole. He had kept out enough money to start up in business and build his house. The remainder, over one hundred thousand dollars, was in a moistureproof container at the bottom of the ten foot hole. Before dax>m, he had refilled the hole, had set the arbor and the cuttings. The vines had grown undisturbed for a long time. He heard Cora come from the shower. He quit his chore and entered the house and watched his wife shake out her hair. "I'll get a light supper, Miles; that all right, cold things?" "Sure." He emptied his pockets, including his c i g a r e t t e s , on the bed, kicked off his shoes, threw his clothes to a laundry hamper, and paddled to the shower. Cora dressed and reached for one of the c i g a r e t t e s . The clipping slipped out. She flipped it open and read i t: "The conviction today in Federal court of Stetson Jack Plank and Lippy Snell for armed robbery of the Collier City |