e? We'll straighten out the price when you come out."

"Fair enough." I started past him.

He grabbed me by the arm. "No tricks," he ordered. "You come out the
same door you went in, understand?"

"Sure," I said, "if that's the way you want it."

That figured--one way or another: either they got a commission, or,
like everybody else, they lived on what they could knock down. I filed
that for further consideration.

Inside, the store smelled pretty bad. It wasn't just rot, though there
was plenty of that; it was musty and stale and old. It was dark, or
nearly. About one light in twenty was turned on, in order to conserve
power. Naturally the escalators and so on weren't running at all.

* * * * *

I passed a counter with pencils and ball-point pens in a case. Most of
them were gone--somebody hadn't bothered to go around in back and had
simply knocked the glass out--but I found one that worked and an old
order pad to write on. Over by the elevators there was a store
directory, so I went over and checked it, making a list of the
departments worth visiting.

Office Supplies would be the typewriter. Garden & Home was a good
bet--maybe I could find a little wheelbarrow to save carrying the
typewriter in my arms. What I wanted was one of the big ones where all
the keys are solenoid-operated instead of the cam-and-roller
arrangement--that was all Arthur could operate. And those things were
heavy, as I knew. That was why we had ditched the old one in the
Bronx.

Sporting Goods--that would be for a gun, if there were any left.
Naturally, they were about the first to go after it happened, when
_everybody_ wanted a gun. I mean everybody who lived through it. I
thought about clothes--it was pretty hot in New York--and decided I
might as well take a look.

Typewriter, clothes, gun, wheelbarrow. I made one more note on the
pad--try the tobacco counter, but I didn't have much hope for that.
They had used cigarettes for currency around this area for a while,
until they got enough bank vaults open to supply big bills. It made
cigarettes scarce.

I turned away and noticed for the first time that one of the elevators
was stopped on the main floor. The doors were closed, but they were
glass doors, and although there wasn't any light inside, I could see
the elevator was full. There must have been thirty or forty people in
the car when it happened.

I'd been thinking that, if nothing else, these