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From: | Maximilian Tate |
Subject: | [Hurdfr-paris] irrelevance mincemeat |
Date: | Sat, 26 Aug 2006 08:21:44 -0700 |
![]() Besides, these Cape boats are too small, and
everybody knows everybody else. Today is Wednesday; suppose you leave next Wednesday
by the Cunarder? I knew the man who took it was a foreigner, because you told me
so.
Good - morning, Thomas, said Dick Martin
politely.
It certainly sounds like a lie, and anything that
sounds like a lie generally is a lie, he said.
You dont remember if this kitchen door was
bolted?
You won a hundred from me last week, he
said.
He led the man into his study and shut the door.
Letting himself into his flat, he found it in darkness, and to his surprise Pheeney
had gone. He had a moustache then, thats why I didnt recognize him. She asked a
question and then went on: About three months ago a letter came to my mother. Now,
Mr Martin, how does the idea appeal to you?
You dont remember if this kitchen door was
bolted?
The tritest thing you can do is to eat and sleep.
While I was working I saw this guy slip a gun out of his hip and drop it into his
overcoat pocket.
Canadian by habit, British by birth - mostly
anything people want me to be.
Thank you for the medicine, doctor, he added
loudly. I might have stayed at home for all the good I did.
Im Bursen - met you at the Cape, said the newcomer,
keeping the high note of heartiness.
I dont know your friend, but youve got it wrong,
said Tommy hazily.
The advance guard of the confidence men smiled
pleasantly as he offered his hand. By heavens, Ill furnish you a hobby thatll save
me a lot of sleepless nights!
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