The Almost Perfect Murder



\"Aah,\" he drawled, at once contemptuous and cajoling, \"send her home, go on.\"

\"No,\" said Madge.

Their hard glances contended for the mastery. In the end it was Madge who faced him out. Chico was inveigled by the touselled head. \"Well, drink hearty,\" he said, lifting his tiny glass. No more was said about sending me home.

Chico, with his insolent narrowed eyes fixed on her face, picked up her hand and fondled it. \"Pretty damn quick on the draw aw right,


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\"Aah,\" he drawled, at once contemptuous and cajoling, \"send her home, go on.\"

\"No,\" said Madge.

Their hard glances contended for the mastery. In the end it was Madge who faced him out. Chico was inveigled by the touselled head. \"Well, drink hearty,\" he said, lifting his tiny glass. No more was said about sending me home.

Chico, with his insolent narrowed eyes fixed on her face, picked up her hand and fondled it. \"Pretty damn quick on the draw aw right,


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