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The room showed signs of occupancy. There was a small radio on a night "The name is Hicks," I said. "George W. Hicks. I just moved out of the "You don't suppose anything of the sort. Stop chipping at my emotions.
"At least," the Gonzales said smoothly as she pulled the door open aga The big man sighed. "My name's Toad," he said. "Joseph P. Toad." Her incaught breath came over the wire. "Si," she said thoughtfully. " "4P 327," I said, watching his eyes. Nothing flicked in them. No trace
"So why did I leave fourteen dollars?" Flack asked, in a tired voice,  "Supposing I cared," he said, "you figure you're that important?" "That's fine," I said, like somebody else talking, far away behind a w "But I tell you I have to see you." The voice didn't quite rise to a y
"Now don't be like that, mister. Please don't be like that. I've got q "That's right," I said. "But the man who made the picture told me wher She picked a cigarette out of a box, tossed it in the air, caught it b "Yeah?" I inhaled a couple of inches of my liquor. "Just what kind of
I touched his neck. It was still warm. While I was doing it the shaft  I let him have that one. He put his hands on the desk and very slowly  I ate dinner at a place near Thousand Oaks. Bad but quick. Feed 'em an Joseph P. Toad gathered the five hundred-dollar bills together, lined
"Yeah," I said. "Do it this afternoon before you come up here. It's to "Not far," he said. "No. Not very far. Just far enough." "Sheridan Ballou, Incorporated. The big agent? You ought to look him u There was a quiet pause. Dr. Lagardie's voice was now almost unctuousl

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