Red Harvest (The Continental Op #1)

A bullet kissed a hole in the door-frame close to my noodle.

Be still while I get up or I'll make an opening in your head for brains to leak in.

Play with murder enough and it gets you one of two ways. It makes you sick, or you get to like it.


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He's cute," I said.
"Uh-huh," the grey man agreed, "and so's dynamite.

He's the guy that the joke was wrote about: 'Is he a criminal lawyer?' 'Yes, very.

I first heard Personville called Poisonville by a red-haired mucker named Hickey Dewey in the Big Ship in Butte. He also called his shirt a shoit.

I first heard Personville called Poisonville by a red-haired mucker named Hickey Dewey in the Big Ship in Butte. He also called his shirt a shoit. I didn't think anything of what he had done to the city's name. Later I heard men who could manage their r's give it the same pronunciation. I still didn't see anything in it but the meaningless sort of humor that used to make richardsnary the thieves' word for dictionary. A few years later I went to Personville and learned better.

I haven't laughed so much over anything since the hogs ate my kid brother.

I was two pavements from my destination when somebodey S-s-s-s-s'd at me.
I probably didn't jump twenty feet.

So that's the way you scientific detectives work. My god! for a fat, middle-aged, hard-boiled, pig-headed guy, you've got the vaguest way of doing things I ever heard of.

This damned burg's getting me. If I don't get away soon I'll be going blood-simple like the natives.

To get what he wanted, a man had to give other people what they wanted.

Was she jealous?” “She was,” he said, not yelling now, “and domineering, and spoiled, and suspicious, and greedy, and mean, and unscrupulous, and deceitful, and selfish, and damned bad—altogether damned bad!

Who shot him? I asked.
The grey man scratched the back of his neck and said: Somebody with a gun.

you'll have your city back, all nice and clean and ready to go to the dogs again

You're drunk, and I'm drunk, and I'm just exactly drunk enough to tell you anything you want to know. That's the kind of girl I am. If I like a person, I'll tell them anything they want to know. Just ask me. Go ahead, ask me.

Your playmates sent him?” I asked, nodding at the dead man. “I only talked to him with this,” he said, patting the automatic on the bed, “but I reckon they did.” “How did it happen?” “It happened simple enough. I heard the door opening, and I switched on the light, and there he was, and I shot him, and there he is.