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“Yeah.” He had worked at Crager and Barton for eighteen months before joining the Morton Agency. “Get your butt in gear or get your butt out.” McCann laughed. “You know it. Well, to put the capper on it, the doc told me I had an incipient He told me to quit smoking.” McCann grimaced. “Might as well tell me to quit breathing.” Morrison nodded in perfect understanding. Nonsmokers afford to be smug. He looked at his own cigarette with distaste and stubbed it out, knowing he would be lighting another in five minutes. “Did you quit?” He asked. “Yes, I did. At first I didn’t think I’d be able to - I was cheating like hell. Then I met a guy who told me about an outfit over on Forty-sixth Street. Specialists. I said what do I have to lose and went over. I haven’t smoked since.” Morrison’s eyes widened. “What did they do? Fill you full of some drug?” “No.” He had taken out his wallet and was rummaging through it. “Here it is. I knew I had one kicking around.” He laid a plain white business card on the bar between them. QUITTERS, INC. Stop Up in Smoke! 237 East 46th Street Treatments by Appointment “Keep it, if you want,” McCann said. “They’ll cure you. Guaranteed.” “How?” “I can’t tell you,” McCann said. “Huh? Why not?” “It’s part of the contract they make you sign. Anyway, they tell you how it works when they interview you.” “You signed a contract?” McCann nodded. “And on the basis of that -”