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Murder in Any Degree

Chapter 10 No.10

Word Count: 1048    |    Released on: 30/11/2017

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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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