He climbed them without hesitation or any attempt at secrecy, buttoning his cord jacket so the gun butt would be hidden. They were waiting for him, McBride rising from his canvas chair and Muriel sitting on the couch between two windows. She still wore the same dress he had seen that afternoon; h...
His eyes were half-closed as he looked at the door and, although he hadn’t realized it, it seemed to him that he was dreaming; at least he saw a vision, and such a lovely one that he was afraid to think about it for fear it would go away. She stood in the doorway, this vision, a slim, blond girl ...
“Ah, my friend,” he said. “And how are you this bright and cheerful morning?” Casey blinked and dropped on the nearest chair. He screwed his brows down and eyed Logan aslant. When the lieutenant began to arrange things on his desk to the accompaniment of a soft whistle Casey gave up. “What is thi...
He knew that he had been savagely beaten about the head with some instrument that left those thin welts. An ear had been torn and there was blood on the hair above it. The hands, flung above the head, rested on the floor with the palms up and he could see that two of the fingernails were stained....