Red harvest by Dashiell Hammett

Author:Dashiell Hammett [Hammett, Dashiell]
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Unread
ISBN: 9780679722618
Publisher: Vintage Books
Published: 1992-10-14T22:00:00+00:00

"Try," I said. "It's worth that to me not to have to shoot Rolff's gun out of his hand, but no more than that." "You got a good start. Don't weaken. One more bid, anyway." "Two hundred dollars and ten cents and that's all." "You big bum," she said, "I won't do it." "Suit yourself." I made a face at Thaler and cautioned him: "When what happens happens be damned sure you keep still." Dinah cried: "Wait! Are you really going to start something?" "I'm going to take Thaler out with me, regardless." "Two hundred and a dime?" "Yeah." "Dinah," Rolff called without turning his face from me, "you Won't--" But she laughed, came close to his back, and wound her strong arms around him, pulling his arms down, pinning them to his sides. I shoved Thaler out of the way with my right arm, and kept my gun on him while I yanked Rolff's weapons out of his hands. Dinah turned the lunger loose. He took two steps toward the dining room door, said wearily, "There is no--" and collapsed on the floor. Dinah ran to him. I pushed Thaler through the hall door, past the still sleeping Jerry, and to the alcove beneath the front stairs, where I had seen a phone. I called Noonan, told him I had Thaler, and where. "Mother of God!" he said. "Don't kill him till I get there." XIV. Max The news of Whisper's capture spread quickly. When Noonan, the coppers he had brought along, and I took the gambler and the now conscious Jerry into the City Hall there were at least a hundred people standing around watching us. All of them didn't hook pleased. Noonan's coppers--a shabby lot at best--moved around with whitish strained faces. But Noonan was the most triumphant guy west of the Mississippi. Even the bad luck he had trying to third-degree Whisper couldn't spoil his happiness. Whisper stood up under all they could give him. He would talk to his lawyer, he said, and to nobody else, and he stuck to it. And, as much as Noonan hated the gambler, here was a prisoner he didn't give the works, didn't turn over to the wrecking crew. Whisper had killed the chief's brother, and the chief hated his guts, but Whisper was still too much somebody in Poisonville to be roughed around. Noonan finally got tired of playing with his prisoner, and sent him up--the prison was on the City Hall's top floor--to be stowed away. I lit another of the chief's cigars and read the detailed statement he had got from the woman in the hospital. There was nothing in it that I hadn't learned from Dinah and MacSwain. The chief wanted me to come out to his house for dinner, but I lied out of it, pretending that my wrist--now in a bandage--was bothering me. It was really little more than a burn. While we were talking about it, a pair of plain-clothes men brought in the red-faced bird who had stopped the slug I had missed Whisper with.

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