I'll manage his head.

Jesus, but he's some big guy, though, the -- -- -- -- of a -- --!" Together, the battered policeman and the detective who still had some strength left in him, raised Gabriel's limp body and carried it from the room.

The woman, meanwhile, stood there inhaling cigarette-smoke and laughing viciously to herself.
"You easy mutt!" she exclaimed.

"Dead baby, room-rent due, wanted to get home to sister--and you fell for that old gag with whiskers on it! You're some wise guy all right, all right, I don't think.

Well, as a stall it was a beaut.