A great short story by one of the masters. Follows a dud by Dashiell Hammett. Try as I might, I just can't get into Mr. Hammett.
He didn't quite hit the ceiling, but he opened his mouth so wide I was afraid his lower jaw was going to fall in his lap. His eyes stuck out like peeled eggs. He shut his mouth with all the deliberation of a steam shovel. It was a great act, if it was an act.
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