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Night’s Black Agents by Fritz Leiber

The Inheritance

“This the room?” I put down my cardboard suitcase.

The landlord nodded. “Nothing been changed in it since your uncle died.”

 

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Night’s Black Agents by Fritz Leiber

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Author:Fritz Leiber

Language: eng

Format: epub

Publisher: Berkeley Medallion
The Inheritance

“This the room?” I put down my cardboard suitcase.

The landlord nodded. “Nothing been changed in it since your uncle died.”

It was small and dingy, but pretty clean. I took it in. The oak dresser. The cupboard. The bare table, The green-shaded drop light. The easy chair. The kitchen chair. The cast-iron bed.

“Except the sheets and stuff,” the landlord added. “They been washed.”

“He died unexpectedly, didn’t he?” I said.

“Yeah. In his sleep. You know, his heart.”

I nodded vaguely, and, on an impulse, walked over and opened the cupboard door. Two of the shelves were filled with canned stuff and other supplies. There was an old coffee pot and two saucepans, and some worn china covered with a fine network of brownish cracks.

“Your uncle had cooking privileges,” the landlord said. “Of course you can have them too, if you want.”

I went over and looked down three stories at the dirty street.

Some boys were pitching pennies. I studied the names of the stores. When I turned around I thought maybe the landlord would be going, but he was still watching me. The whites of his eyes were discolored.

“There’s twenty-five cents for the washing I told you about,” he said. I dug in my pocket for a quarter. That left me forty-seven cents.

He laboriously wrote me a receipt. “There’s your key on the table,” he said, “and one for the outside door. The place is yours for the next three months and two weeks.”

He walked out, shutting the door behind him. From below came the rackety surge of a passing street car. I dropped down into the easy chair.

People can inherit some pretty queer things. I had inherited some canned goods and the rent of a room, just because my Uncle David, whom I never remembered seeing, paid for things in advance. The court had been decent about it, especially after my telling them I was broke. The landlord had refused to make a refund, but you could hardly blame him for that. Of course, after hitch-hiking all the way to the city, I’d been disappointed to hear there was no real money involved. The pension had stopped with my uncle’s death, and funeral expenses had eaten up the rest. Still, I was thankful I had a place to sleep.

They said my uncle must have made his will just a little while after I was born. I don’t think my father and mother knew about it, or they’d have mentioned it—at least when they died. I never heard much about him except that he was my father’s elder brother.

I vaguely knew he was a policeman, that was all. You know how it is; families split up, and only the old folks keep touch, and they don’t talk to the young folks about it, and pretty soon the whole connection is forgotten, unless something special happens. I guess that sort of thing has been going on since the world began. Forces are at work that break up people, and scatter them, and make them lonely.

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