Besides, that thing was waiting for him. Waiting for him — - Robert Bloch

Once you began speculation about that, once you admited to yourself that you didn't really know how another person's mind operated, then you came up against the ultimate admission — anything was possible.

Funny how we take it for granted that we know all there is to know about another person, just because we see them frequently or because of some strong emotional tie.

I always carry a pistol when I go [to the New York Public Library]. Never did trust those stone lions.