He's turned up a lot of big ones.

That's why it's safe for Barney to pull off anything he likes." "Barney a police stool!" Larry repeated in the stupor of his amazement.
"Guess that's all the news I wanted to hand you, Larry, so I'll be on my way.

Here's wishing you luck--and for God's sake, don't let yourself be pinched by us.

So-long." And with that Casey slipped out of the hallway.
For a moment Larry stood moveless where Casey had left him.

Then fierce purpose, and a cautious recklessness, surged up and took mastery of him.
It had required what Casey had told him to end his irksome waiting and wavering.