Death Claim

I'm a quisitor, and I know many things before I walk by night. I know many strange tales hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the shadows. Yes, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak.

The cantina in Panama City was crowded last field, and the two men in the corner booths were contributing their share to both the laughter and the conversations. They were interested in pairs.

The older, stouter man looking very much like a retired business executive on a spree. The younger, leaner one easily attracting the eyes of the few female patrons in the establishment. name was Dick Addison and at the moment he owned little else in the world but his name. His companion however gave the impression of a man used to having money

and equally used to spending it. He's a source of wonder to you isn't he Dick. This kidding plump little Jensen has been for the past week. He turns away every subtle effort on your part to learn the source of his money.

Shirley, Shirley another pair of hair. No, really, I have enough of it. I could use little fish hair. Fresh hair. You kill me, boy, fresh hair. I can't win. There's so many good drinks in the world and so many wonderful places like that.

What's the matter? I mean, what is it? What's wrong? I wonder, is there a back way out of your vig? Oh, sure, there must be. But let's go. Yeah, but please. Look out. What did you know?

You're drinking. Here, keep the chains drinking yourself. Let's go of it. Yeah, right. spot of this and following us who I don't see anybody wrong this way Harvey down the alleyway big hell is coming on yeah what's it all about Harvey you go on see if the way is clear to the street I will catch up in a minute sure you can handle it go