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What do you come down here to the Tombs for? To help out the poor guys what they’ve got wrong. Well. Don’t do nothin’ else. The screws all think you’re gum-shoein’ for Brace. ’Jerry,’ they says to me, ’who’s the new guy? What’s he nosin’ around here for?’ ’Don’t know,’ I says. ’Better keep your eye on him—same as I’m doin’,’ I says. ’After a while we’ll know.’