Caroline knew how a private eye worked. He slapped photos on bars and said out of the side of his mouth, 'Know him?' Or wore his shabby raincoat in the houses of the rich, was more than a match for their sneers, and finally provoked them into an admission of guilt. But that was in California, USA. In Lincoln, England, things were different. To start with, she hadn't got a photo. And at three o'clock in the afternoon there were no bars open to bang her non-photo down on. It wasn't the weather for shabby raincoats either, so she compromised with sun-top and slacks and started collecting sneers at Hazlitt's office.
Classic Crime Fiction
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