I’d read about him in a column syndicated from New York: Another foreign commentator has decided fairer fields are closer home. Myron Kane, pal of princes, potentates and premiers—but not generals—is around town. He’s doing a piece for a national-circulation weekly on a Quaker City celeb. May b...
Janey swallowed down the great lump swelling in her throat. She moistened her lips and swallowed again. The hinge whined softly and she heard the muted click of the catch as the door closed. Her legs were frozen, gripped in an awful paralysis as the blackness crept tighter and closer around her, ...
I said, pleasantly. “Shut up, will you!” he said savagely. “I’ve had enough of that from Sylvia. How the hell did I know this was going to happen? I don’t want to get old Effie of the dyed red hair in trouble. Good Lord! Thank the Lord they’ve killed it in the late morning...
“For God’s sake Mrs. Latham, what’s happening?—And why did they get Belden Doyle?” I took off my coat and galoshes. “I think someone recommended a first-class criminal lawyer,” I said. “Don’t tell me you hadn’t heard.” “Yes—b...