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Johnson, Owen, 1878-1952

"Murder in Any Degree"


"There's an express for New York leaves at noon," he said
reflectively--then, with a glance at the clock, "thirty-five minutes; I
can make that, sir."
"Good, very good."
"If I might suggest, sir--if the Inspector who has had the case in hand
could go a short distance with me?"
"Inspector Keech shall join you at the station."
"Thank you, sir. Is there anything further?"
The Secretary shook his head, and springing up, held out his hand
enthusiastically.
"Good luck to you, Inspector--you have a big thing ahead of you, a very
big thing."
"Thank you, sir."
"By the way--you're not married?"
"No, sir."
"This is pretty short notice. How long have you been on this other
case?"
"A trifle over six months, sir."
"Don't you want a couple of days to rest up? I can let you have that
very easily."
"It really makes no difference--I think I'll leave to-day, sir."
"Oh, a moment more, Inspector--"
Frawley halted.
"How long do you think this ought to take you?"
Frawley considered, and answered carefully:
"It'll be long, I think.


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