At the point of a 38, p.16
At the Point of a .38,
p.16
“It’s circumstantial, Mike.”
“After I tell my story to the grand jury, I think they’ll indict.”
“I’m not thinking of this one man,” Gentry said. “His money’s gone and he’s been shot in the stomach. His wife is a lush who lies down for anybody. His daughter hates him.”
“I won’t argue anymore. Arrest him. If you won’t do it, I’ll bring in somebody with a bigger badge.” Shayne gave his old friend a direct look. “When he took off in Coddington’s car, I didn’t know where he was going. The only name I’d heard mentioned was yours.”
Gentry took the pipe out of his mouth. “You didn’t seriously think—”
“Funnier things have happened. There was only one way to find out. Give Gold a gun. If you’d been the one he shot, I would have come to the funeral.”
“That’s a hell of a thing to say to a friend.”
“Yeah, but it’s the business we’re in. You’ve got things to take care of. On the way out, send in the nurse. I think she’s going to try to teach me to play chess.”
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