“Every man has his price. For some it's money, for some it's women, for others glory. But the honest man you don't have to buy - he winds up costing you nothing.”
“Funny how you can go along for years hardly thinking about someone, then all of a sudden be so glad to see him.”
“He picked up the telephone on his desk. “Bring in the Cord loan agreement and the check.” “You will note,” he said, “that although the loan is for three hundred thousand dollars, we have extended your credit under this agreement to a maximum of five hundred thousand dollars.” He smiled at me. “One of my principles of banking, Mr. Cord. I don’t believe in budgeting my clients too closely. Sometimes a few dollars more make the difference between success and failure.” Suddenly”
“I put down the phone and finished lighting the cigarette. The blue cover of the script caught my eye. I picked up the telephone again. I gave the operator Tony Moroni’s home number”
“By the time the doctor came, we had lifted my father’s body to the couch and covered it with a blanket. The doctor was a thin, sturdy man, bald, with thick glasses. He lifted the blanket and looked. He dropped the blanket. “He’s dead, all right.” I”
“I don't really care whether I live that long or not, It's just that when I die, I dont want to leave any enemies, and I figure the only way to do that is to outlive them all.”
“She looked down at her hands. “He said I couldn’t marry you. Not only because of that but because you’re—you’re half Indian!” “An’ just”
“laughed aloud. “Don’t worry, Mr. Moroni. It’s as safe as an automobile.”
“Make the loan for thirty thousand dollars,” I said.”
“But in the room there was nothing but the exciting scent of the girl and her wanting. We”
“took out a cigarette and almost before I had it in my mouth, Robair struck a match and held it for me. I dragged deep. “That’s all right, Robair. I don’t think”
“got to my feet and stretched. This sitting at a desk for half a day was worse than anything I’d ever done. “O.K., I’ll go right up.” McAllister”
“The first slow, scalding tears began to come. “Oh Johnny,” she said. “Everything was supposed to be different, wasn’t it? It wasn’t supposed to end like this.”
She lowered her head, her throat working painfully - and to no effect. The sobs came anyway, and the bright sunlight broke into prisms of light. The wind, which had seemed so warm and Indian summery, now seemed as chill as February on her wet cheeks.”
“Why does crime, even when as powerful as Cæsar, and assured of being beyond punishment, strive always for the appearances of truth, justice, and virtue? Why does it take the trouble?”
“Hear and attend and listen; for this befell and behappened and became and was: O my Best Beloved, when the tame animals were wild.”
“Preserve me from such cordiality! It is like handling briar-roses and may-blossoms - bright enough to the eye, and outwardly soft to the touch, but you know there are thorns beneath, and every now and then you feel them too; and perhaps resent the injury by crushing them in till you have destroyed their power, though somewhat to the detriment of your own fingers.”
“Her mouth was cut, her left eye already beginning to swell. There was raw color along her cheekbone.
He managed to take a full, almost easy breath. "You're going to have a hell of a bruise."
"I've had them before." The medication was seeping in, turning pain into a mist. She only smiled when he stripped her to the waist and began checking for other injuries. "You've got great hands. I love when you touch me. Nobody ever touched me like that. Did I tell you?"
"No." And he doubted she'd remember she was telling him now. He'd make sure to remind her.
"And you're so pretty. So pretty," she repeated, lifting a bleeding hand to his face. "I keep wondering what you're doing here."
He took her hand, wrapped a cloth gently around it. "I've asked myself the same question."
She grinned foolishly, let herself float. Need to file my report, she thought hazily. Soon. "You don't really think we're going to make anything out of this, do you? Roarke and the cop?"
"I guess we'll have to find out.”
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