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Howard's flat was a 'second-story walk-up'. The first flight of the stairs was clean and waxy; the second, littered with cigarette butts, mud and a dozen milk bottles, some empty and tumbled on their sides, some full of milk turned sour.
When Fred knocked, from within came a voice, apparently Cal Tillery's, bawling, 'Ah gwan, beat it!'