Murder in Any Degree
," said Greenfield,
ot? Si
air and hung his arms over
long? You're aft
steadily. Greenfield, with a twitch of
ong? Didn't you gue
essing," sa
u that. I clipped your vacation pretty short. Besides-guess you know it yourself-you
wil
k the order that Greenfiel
of impatience he pushed aside the menu, squared his arms on the table, and looked suddenly at his pursuer
ou di
e-point on the nap, "one reason was I wanted to see
n was I warned you t
you are a b
, with a shake of his head; "it's the
hen we'll have a l
plenty of t
Well, I made a neat
should have kept off. The Canadian Government ain't like your bloomin' democracy. It don't
ield, striking the table. "What
said slowly: "I told them
your English justice! I'm a good enough Yank to see if your dinky police is such an all-fired cute l
thinkin
E
ly sticki
mbering, beef-eating Canuck, you can't get me that way! Why in tarnation didn't you st
ng it had been a bloomin' corporation had sent me-? that's what I'd have done. But it's the government this time-Her Majesty'
Bub," he added earnestly. "I like straigh
sin
coming, but then there'd have to be a retroactive clause to do you any good." He paused, studying the expr
el
square pack,
reputatio
word you'll pl
elped himself busily. Greenfield, wit
napping
sharpened his knife vigorously ag
l, B
ha
cy kidn
sing nothi
man, Bub, and I never heard a word against that." He filled a glass and shoved it toward Frawley. "We might as well cl
en, Bucky," said
nfield, looking over his glass, "ther
lazy interest, "would they serve y
ng back, laughed
y for you-'pon
so, B
amb, you don't have the slightest s
getting i
w back his head
ll be the last job
e, ma
ess. "Bub, you'll not get me alive. Nothing personal, you understand, but it'll
y, with a matter-of-fa
eld, rising. "Thank me for that-though ano
notice I haven't advised you to come back and fac
e trouble. I'm here every night." He held out his hand. "Turn up and meet t
aps I
ta,
halted, and lounged back wi
long has Her Majesty'
e appointme
ur bloomin' government h
ed gravely, with
Bub-ke
o you,
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