The Roundabout Murder

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If trouble is a new surround your neck and it's getting tighter you got a job for me, George Valentine. Right full details. Dear Mr. Valentine, they say I killed Cleo Dawson and I did kill her.

But I didn't murder. There is a difference. My story may sound weak even ridiculous, but it's true Yet what chance do I stand my own lawyer doesn't believe me my wife turns away when I try to explain the police say I'm not even a good liar I don't know why I should expect you not only to believe me, but help me do something about it

Let's say right now. I'm just grabbing at straws It signed Arnold Kyle. You don't have to look at me like that miss Brooks. I know all about that letter I saw it before it was mailed.

Oh. I don't get it, Lieutenant. This may put us on opposite sides of the fence. Since when does that bother you, Valentine? Anyway, just between you and me and that blindfolded lady called Justice, I want you to see what you can do for this guy.

Well, I've never known you to undermine your own case, Lieutenant. Miss Brooks, you haven't met Arnold Kyle. He looks at you with those big blue, innocent eyes, and he makes you feel all dirty all over.

For even questioning that simple-minded story of his, I tell you I can't sleep. I wake up dreaming about his open face mugging eyes. Oh, there you sentimental Irishman. Pull up here, suspenders, and tell me what's making this such a hassle for you.