Sublime

Silence held for several minutes, in the darkness of the coupé’s interior, and then the detective’s harsh voice put a sceptical question: “And who are these certain parties that want her out of the way?” “Be yourself!” Scuttle Zeipp admonished him. “I’m laying down on ’em, right enough, but I ain’t feeding ’em to you.” “What are you giving me all t

“There’s murder in this and the Lord knows what all. I’ve got no liking for a blindfolded game. How do I know what you’re up to? You can tell me what you know—everything—or you can find yourself another detective. That’s flat.”