author - "Norbert Davis"
re I picked him up, do you?""I know where you said you picked him up. You said he was a stray soul lost in the wilderness of this great metropolis and that you had rescued him. You said you'd found him in front of your apartment building wasting away in the last stages of starvation, so I knew you were blind drunk, because the man had a belly like a balloon." "In front of my apartment," Doan repeated thoughtfully. "This is all news to me. Could you give me a short
disgusted thud. Chapter 2 DOAN PACKED IN TEN MINUTES FLAT, AND WHEN he got through the apartment looked as though he had done just that, but he didn't. He looked neat and fresh and cool in a light gray suit and a lighter gray hat and gray suede oxfords. He parked his two big, battered suitcases at the door, and as a last move pulled the cushions off the chesterfield and unearthed a Colt Police Positive revolver. He slid that inside the waistband of his trousers, hooking it in a cloth loop sewn
inute. I'm just catching up with you. You have the barefaced insolence to warn me. I think I'll slap your face.""Don't," Doan warned. "Carstairs will bite you if you do. Not that he cares anything about me, but he would feel it was a reflection on him." Melissa looked at Carstairs. He was lying down on the floor with his eyes shut. "Don't let him fool you," said Doan. "He's ready to go into instant action. He's just pretending he's not interested."
his trip just a rumor?""Here he comes," said Janet. Bartolome trotted down the terrace steps and leaned in the door. "Starting instantly in a few moments. Have the kindness of patience in waiting for the more important passengers." "Who are they?" Henshaw demanded, interested. "The lady of incredible richness with the name of Patricia Van Osdel and her parasites." "No fooling!" Henshaw exclaimed. "You hear that, Doan? Patricia Van
re I picked him up, do you?""I know where you said you picked him up. You said he was a stray soul lost in the wilderness of this great metropolis and that you had rescued him. You said you'd found him in front of your apartment building wasting away in the last stages of starvation, so I knew you were blind drunk, because the man had a belly like a balloon." "In front of my apartment," Doan repeated thoughtfully. "This is all news to me. Could you give me a short
disgusted thud. Chapter 2 DOAN PACKED IN TEN MINUTES FLAT, AND WHEN he got through the apartment looked as though he had done just that, but he didn't. He looked neat and fresh and cool in a light gray suit and a lighter gray hat and gray suede oxfords. He parked his two big, battered suitcases at the door, and as a last move pulled the cushions off the chesterfield and unearthed a Colt Police Positive revolver. He slid that inside the waistband of his trousers, hooking it in a cloth loop sewn
inute. I'm just catching up with you. You have the barefaced insolence to warn me. I think I'll slap your face.""Don't," Doan warned. "Carstairs will bite you if you do. Not that he cares anything about me, but he would feel it was a reflection on him." Melissa looked at Carstairs. He was lying down on the floor with his eyes shut. "Don't let him fool you," said Doan. "He's ready to go into instant action. He's just pretending he's not interested."
his trip just a rumor?""Here he comes," said Janet. Bartolome trotted down the terrace steps and leaned in the door. "Starting instantly in a few moments. Have the kindness of patience in waiting for the more important passengers." "Who are they?" Henshaw demanded, interested. "The lady of incredible richness with the name of Patricia Van Osdel and her parasites." "No fooling!" Henshaw exclaimed. "You hear that, Doan? Patricia Van