He came in stamping the snow off his shoes and blowing like a bull moose. When he shed his coat and hat he threw a briefcase on the desk and drew up a chair. “What are you looking so rosy about, Mike?” “The snow. It always gets me. How’d you make out today?” “Fine,” Pat said, “just fine and dandy. The D.A. made a point of telling me to keep my nose clean again. If he ever gets boosted out of office I’m going to smack him right in the sneezer.” He must have read the surprise on my face. “Okay, okay, it doesn’t sound like me. Go ahead and say it. I’m getting tired of being snarled up in red tape. You had it easy before you threw away your ticket and you didn’t know it.” “I’ll get it back.” “Perhaps. We have to make murder out of suicide first.” “You almost had another on your hands today, chum.” He stopped in the middle of a sentence and said, “Who now?” “Me.” “You!” “Little me. On a crowded street, too. Somebody tried to pop me with a silenced gun.
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