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A hard-boiled detective arrives at a small mining town only to find his client murdered and the inhabitants embroiled in complex webs of corruption.

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XXII

“Thus, that conduct which in a minor practitioner might seem irregular, becomes, when he who exercises it occupies such indisputable prominence in his community⁠—and, I might say, not merely the immediate community⁠—as serves to place him above fear of reproach, simply that greater ethic which scorns the pettier conventionalities when confronted with an opportunity to serve mankind through one of its individual representatives. Therefore, my dear sir, I have not hesitated to brush aside scornfully all trivial considerations of accepted precedent, to summon you, to say to you frankly and candidly, my dear sir, that your interests will best be served by and through retaining me as your legal representative.”

I asked:

“What’ll it cost?”

“That,” he said loftily, “is of but secondary importance. However, it is a detail which has its deserved place in our relationship, and must be not overlooked or neglected. We shall say, a thousand dollars now. Later, no doubt⁠—”

He ruffled his whiskers and didn’t finish the sentence.

I said I hadn’t, of course, that much money on me.

“Naturally, my dear sir. Naturally. But that is of not the least importance in any degree. None whatever. Any time will do for that, any time up to ten o’clock tomorrow morning.”

“At ten tomorrow,” I agreed. “Now I’d like to know why I’m supposed to need legal representatives.”

He made an indignant face.

“My dear sir, this is no matter for jesting, of that I assure you.”

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