pg. 118

Spade ran his tongue
over his teeth in an ugly
down brows. His reddening
collar. His voice was
what do you think ?
find him and let them
"No ! No ! the District
stand me.

smiled
a gambler
creditors found him
his lips and pulled
His eyes glittered
neck bulged over
hoarse and passion
him for his credit
own killing ?"
protested

ind it ? How
detective work ?
couldn't be held
voice sank to a
spaced and distinct -
concealing your know
that would lead