often asks after you; always sends her best wishes, same as the rest ofus at home." He put the photograph on the bar.Warren Trent picked it up and deliberately, without looking down, handedit back.Tom Earlshore said uncomfortably, "Is anything wrong, Mr. Trent?" Whenthere was no answer: "Can I mix you something?"About to refuse, he changed his mind. "A Ramos gin19fizz."Yessir! Coming right up!" Tom Earlshore reached swiftly for theingredients. It had always been a pleasure to watch him at work.Sometimes in the past, when Warren Trent entertained guests in his suite,he would have Tom come up to handle drinks, mostly because his bartendingwas a performance which matched the quality of his potions. He had anorganized economy of movement and the swift dexterity of a juggler. Heexercised his skin now, placing the drink before the hotel proprietorwith a final flourish.Warren Trent sipped and nodded.Earlshore asked, "It's all right?""Yes," Warren Trent said. "It's as good as any you've ever made." Hiseyes met Earlshore's. "I'm glad of that because it's the last drinkyou'll ever mix in my hotel."The uneasiness had changed to apprehension. Earlshore's tongue touchedhis lips nervously. "You don't mean that, Mr. Trent. You couldn't meanit."Ignoring the remark, the hotel proprietor pushed his glass away. "Why didyou do it, Tom? Of all people why did it have to be you?""I swear to God I don't know"Don't con me, Tom. You've done that long enough.""I tell you, Mr. Trent ... 11"Stop lying!" The snapped command cut sharply through the quietness.Within the lounge the peaceful hum of conversation stopped. Watching thealarm in the barman's shifting eyes~186 WednesdayWarren Trent guessed that behind him heads were turning. He was consciousof a rising anger he had intended to control.Earlshore swallowed. "Please, Mr. Trent. I've worked here thirty years.You've never talked to me like this." His voice was barely audible.From the inside jacket pocket where he had placed it earlier, WarrenTrent produced the O'Keefe investigators' report. He turned two pages andfolded back a third, covering a portion with his hand, He instructed,"Read!"Earlshore fumbled with glasses and put them on. His hands were trembling.He read a few lines then stopped. He looked up. There was no denial now.Only the instinctive fear of a cornered animal."You can't prove anything."Warren Trent slammed his hand upon the surface of the bar. Uncaring ofhis own raised voice, he let his rage erupt. "If I choose to, I can. Makeno mistake of that. You've cheated and you've stolen, and like all cheatsand thieves you've left a trail behind you."In an agony of apprehension Tom Earlshore sweated. It was as if suddenly,with explosive violence, his world which he had believed secure had splitapart. For more years than he could remember he had defrauded his ern-ployer-to a point where he had long ago become convinced of his owninvulnerability. In his worst forebodings he had never believed this daycould come. Now he wondered fearfully if the hotel owner had any idea howlarge the

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often asks after you; always sends her best wishes, same as the rest ofus at home." He put the photograph on the bar.Warren Trent picked it up and deliberately, without looking down, handedit back.Tom Earlshore said uncomfortably, "Is anything wrong, Mr. Trent?" Whenthere was no answer: "Can I mix you something?"About to refuse, he changed his mind. "A Ramos gin19fizz."Yessir! Coming right up!" Tom Earlshore reached swiftly for theingredients. It had always been a pleasure to watch him at work.Sometimes in the past, when Warren Trent entertained guests in his suite,he would have Tom come up to handle drinks, mostly because his bartendingwas a performance which matched the quality of his potions. He had anorganized economy of movement and the swift dexterity of a juggler. Heexercised his skin now, placing the drink before the hotel proprietorwith a final flourish.Warren Trent sipped and nodded.Earlshore asked, "It's all right?""Yes," Warren Trent said. "It's as good as any you've ever made." Hiseyes met Earlshore's. "I'm glad of that because it's the last drinkyou'll ever mix in my hotel."The uneasiness had changed to apprehension. Earlshore's tongue touchedhis lips nervously. "You don't mean that, Mr. Trent. You couldn't meanit."Ignoring the remark, the hotel proprietor pushed his glass away. "Why didyou do it, Tom? Of all people why did it have to be you?""I swear to God I don't know"Don't con me, Tom. You've done that long enough.""I tell you, Mr. Trent ... 11"Stop lying!" The snapped command cut sharply through the quietness.Within the lounge the peaceful hum of conversation stopped. Watching thealarm in the barman's shifting eyes~186 WednesdayWarren Trent guessed that behind him heads were turning. He was consciousof a rising anger he had intended to control.Earlshore swallowed. "Please, Mr. Trent. I've worked here thirty years.You've never talked to me like this." His voice was barely audible.From the inside jacket pocket where he had placed it earlier, WarrenTrent produced the O'Keefe investigators' report. He turned two pages andfolded back a third, covering a portion with his hand, He instructed,"Read!"Earlshore fumbled with glasses and put them on. His hands were trembling.He read a few lines then stopped. He looked up. There was no denial now.Only the instinctive fear of a cornered animal."You can't prove anything."Warren Trent slammed his hand upon the surface of the bar. Uncaring ofhis own raised voice, he let his rage erupt. "If I choose to, I can. Makeno mistake of that. You've cheated and you've stolen, and like all cheatsand thieves you've left a trail behind you."In an agony of apprehension Tom Earlshore sweated. It was as if suddenly,with explosive violence, his world which he had believed secure had splitapart. For more years than he could remember he had defrauded his ern-ployer-to a point where he had long ago become convinced of his owninvulnerability. In his worst forebodings he had never believed this daycould come. Now he wondered fearfully if the hotel owner had any idea howlarge the,bob手机版网页体育often asks after you; always sends her best wishes, same as the rest ofus at home." He put the photograph on the bar.Warren Trent picked it up and deliberately, without looking down, handedit back.Tom Earlshore said uncomfortably, "Is anything wrong, Mr. Trent?" Whenthere was no answer: "Can I mix you something?"About to refuse, he changed his mind. "A Ramos gin19fizz."Yessir! Coming right up!" Tom Earlshore reached swiftly for theingredients. It had always been a pleasure to watch him at work.Sometimes in the past, when Warren Trent entertained guests in his suite,he would have Tom come up to handle drinks, mostly because his bartendingwas a performance which matched the quality of his potions. He had anorganized economy of movement and the swift dexterity of a juggler. Heexercised his skin now, placing the drink before the hotel proprietorwith a final flourish.Warren Trent sipped and nodded.Earlshore asked, "It's all right?""Yes," Warren Trent said. "It's as good as any you've ever made." Hiseyes met Earlshore's. "I'm glad of that because it's the last drinkyou'll ever mix in my hotel."The uneasiness had changed to apprehension. Earlshore's tongue touchedhis lips nervously. "You don't mean that, Mr. Trent. You couldn't meanit."Ignoring the remark, the hotel proprietor pushed his glass away. "Why didyou do it, Tom? Of all people why did it have to be you?""I swear to God I don't know"Don't con me, Tom. You've done that long enough.""I tell you, Mr. Trent ... 11"Stop lying!" The snapped command cut sharply through the quietness.Within the lounge the peaceful hum of conversation stopped. Watching thealarm in the barman's shifting eyes~186 WednesdayWarren Trent guessed that behind him heads were turning. He was consciousof a rising anger he had intended to control.Earlshore swallowed. "Please, Mr. Trent. I've worked here thirty years.You've never talked to me like this." His voice was barely audible.From the inside jacket pocket where he had placed it earlier, WarrenTrent produced the O'Keefe investigators' report. He turned two pages andfolded back a third, covering a portion with his hand, He instructed,"Read!"Earlshore fumbled with glasses and put them on. His hands were trembling.He read a few lines then stopped. He looked up. There was no denial now.Only the instinctive fear of a cornered animal."You can't prove anything."Warren Trent slammed his hand upon the surface of the bar. Uncaring ofhis own raised voice, he let his rage erupt. "If I choose to, I can. Makeno mistake of that. You've cheated and you've stolen, and like all cheatsand thieves you've left a trail behind you."In an agony of apprehension Tom Earlshore sweated. It was as if suddenly,with explosive violence, his world which he had believed secure had splitapart. For more years than he could remember he had defrauded his ern-ployer-to a point where he had long ago become convinced of his owninvulnerability. In his worst forebodings he had never believed this daycould come. Now he wondered fearfully if the hotel owner had any idea howlarge theoften asks after you; always sends her best wishes, same as the rest ofus at home." He put the photograph on the bar.Warren Trent picked it up and deliberately, without looking down, handedit back.Tom Earlshore said uncomfortably, "Is anything wrong, Mr. Trent?" Whenthere was no answer: "Can I mix you something?"About to refuse, he changed his mind. "A Ramos gin19fizz."Yessir! Coming right up!" Tom Earlshore reached swiftly for theingredients. It had always been a pleasure to watch him at work.Sometimes in the past, when Warren Trent entertained guests in his suite,he would have Tom come up to handle drinks, mostly because his bartendingwas a performance which matched the quality of his potions. He had anorganized economy of movement and the swift dexterity of a juggler. Heexercised his skin now, placing the drink before the hotel proprietorwith a final flourish.Warren Trent sipped and nodded.Earlshore asked, "It's all right?""Yes," Warren Trent said. "It's as good as any you've ever made." Hiseyes met Earlshore's. "I'm glad of that because it's the last drinkyou'll ever mix in my hotel."The uneasiness had changed to apprehension. Earlshore's tongue touchedhis lips nervously. "You don't mean that, Mr. Trent. You couldn't meanit."Ignoring the remark, the hotel proprietor pushed his glass away. "Why didyou do it, Tom? Of all people why did it have to be you?""I swear to God I don't know"Don't con me, Tom. You've done that long enough.""I tell you, Mr. Trent ... 11"Stop lying!" The snapped command cut sharply through the quietness.Within the lounge the peaceful hum of conversation stopped. Watching thealarm in the barman's shifting eyes~186 WednesdayWarren Trent guessed that behind him heads were turning. He was consciousof a rising anger he had intended to control.Earlshore swallowed. "Please, Mr. Trent. I've worked here thirty years.You've never talked to me like this." His voice was barely audible.From the inside jacket pocket where he had placed it earlier, WarrenTrent produced the O'Keefe investigators' report. He turned two pages andfolded back a third, covering a portion with his hand, He instructed,"Read!"Earlshore fumbled with glasses and put them on. His hands were trembling.He read a few lines then stopped. He looked up. There was no denial now.Only the instinctive fear of a cornered animal."You can't prove anything."Warren Trent slammed his hand upon the surface of the bar. Uncaring ofhis own raised voice, he let his rage erupt. "If I choose to, I can. Makeno mistake of that. You've cheated and you've stolen, and like all cheatsand thieves you've left a trail behind you."In an agony of apprehension Tom Earlshore sweated. It was as if suddenly,with explosive violence, his world which he had believed secure had splitapart. For more years than he could remember he had defrauded his ern-ployer-to a point where he had long ago become convinced of his owninvulnerability. In his worst forebodings he had never believed this daycould come. Now he wondered fearfully if the hotel owner had any idea howlarge the,often asks after you; always sends her best wishes, same as the rest ofus at home." He put the photograph on the bar.Warren Trent picked it up and deliberately, without looking down, handedit back.Tom Earlshore said uncomfortably, "Is anything wrong, Mr. Trent?" Whenthere was no answer: "Can I mix you something?"About to refuse, he changed his mind. "A Ramos gin19fizz."Yessir! Coming right up!" Tom Earlshore reached swiftly for theingredients. It had always been a pleasure to watch him at work.Sometimes in the past, when Warren Trent entertained guests in his suite,he would have Tom come up to handle drinks, mostly because his bartendingwas a performance which matched the quality of his potions. He had anorganized economy of movement and the swift dexterity of a juggler. Heexercised his skin now, placing the drink before the hotel proprietorwith a final flourish.Warren Trent sipped and nodded.Earlshore asked, "It's all right?""Yes," Warren Trent said. "It's as good as any you've ever made." Hiseyes met Earlshore's. "I'm glad of that because it's the last drinkyou'll ever mix in my hotel."The uneasiness had changed to apprehension. Earlshore's tongue touchedhis lips nervously. "You don't mean that, Mr. Trent. You couldn't meanit."Ignoring the remark, the hotel proprietor pushed his glass away. "Why didyou do it, Tom? Of all people why did it have to be you?""I swear to God I don't know"Don't con me, Tom. You've done that long enough.""I tell you, Mr. Trent ... 11"Stop lying!" The snapped command cut sharply through the quietness.Within the lounge the peaceful hum of conversation stopped. Watching thealarm in the barman's shifting eyes~186 WednesdayWarren Trent guessed that behind him heads were turning. He was consciousof a rising anger he had intended to control.Earlshore swallowed. "Please, Mr. Trent. I've worked here thirty years.You've never talked to me like this." His voice was barely audible.From the inside jacket pocket where he had placed it earlier, WarrenTrent produced the O'Keefe investigators' report. He turned two pages andfolded back a third, covering a portion with his hand, He instructed,"Read!"Earlshore fumbled with glasses and put them on. His hands were trembling.He read a few lines then stopped. He looked up. There was no denial now.Only the instinctive fear of a cornered animal."You can't prove anything."Warren Trent slammed his hand upon the surface of the bar. Uncaring ofhis own raised voice, he let his rage erupt. "If I choose to, I can. Makeno mistake of that. You've cheated and you've stolen, and like all cheatsand thieves you've left a trail behind you."In an agony of apprehension Tom Earlshore sweated. It was as if suddenly,with explosive violence, his world which he had believed secure had splitapart. For more years than he could remember he had defrauded his ern-ployer-to a point where he had long ago become convinced of his owninvulnerability. In his worst forebodings he had never believed this daycould come. Now he wondered fearfully if the hotel owner had any idea howlarge the,often asks after you; always sends her best wishes, same as the rest ofus at home." He put the photograph on the bar.Warren Trent picked it up and deliberately, without looking down, handedit back.Tom Earlshore said uncomfortably, "Is anything wrong, Mr. Trent?" Whenthere was no answer: "Can I mix you something?"About to refuse, he changed his mind. "A Ramos gin19fizz."Yessir! Coming right up!" Tom Earlshore reached swiftly for theingredients. It had always been a pleasure to watch him at work.Sometimes in the past, when Warren Trent entertained guests in his suite,he would have Tom come up to handle drinks, mostly because his bartendingwas a performance which matched the quality of his potions. He had anorganized economy of movement and the swift dexterity of a juggler. Heexercised his skin now, placing the drink before the hotel proprietorwith a final flourish.Warren Trent sipped and nodded.Earlshore asked, "It's all right?""Yes," Warren Trent said. "It's as good as any you've ever made." Hiseyes met Earlshore's. "I'm glad of that because it's the last drinkyou'll ever mix in my hotel."The uneasiness had changed to apprehension. Earlshore's tongue touchedhis lips nervously. "You don't mean that, Mr. Trent. You couldn't meanit."Ignoring the remark, the hotel proprietor pushed his glass away. "Why didyou do it, Tom? Of all people why did it have to be you?""I swear to God I don't know"Don't con me, Tom. You've done that long enough.""I tell you, Mr. Trent ... 11"Stop lying!" The snapped command cut sharply through the quietness.Within the lounge the peaceful hum of conversation stopped. Watching thealarm in the barman's shifting eyes~186 WednesdayWarren Trent guessed that behind him heads were turning. He was consciousof a rising anger he had intended to control.Earlshore swallowed. "Please, Mr. Trent. I've worked here thirty years.You've never talked to me like this." His voice was barely audible.From the inside jacket pocket where he had placed it earlier, WarrenTrent produced the O'Keefe investigators' report. He turned two pages andfolded back a third, covering a portion with his hand, He instructed,"Read!"Earlshore fumbled with glasses and put them on. His hands were trembling.He read a few lines then stopped. He looked up. There was no denial now.Only the instinctive fear of a cornered animal."You can't prove anything."Warren Trent slammed his hand upon the surface of the bar. Uncaring ofhis own raised voice, he let his rage erupt. "If I choose to, I can. Makeno mistake of that. You've cheated and you've stolen, and like all cheatsand thieves you've left a trail behind you."In an agony of apprehension Tom Earlshore sweated. It was as if suddenly,with explosive violence, his world which he had believed secure had splitapart. For more years than he could remember he had defrauded his ern-ployer-to a point where he had long ago become convinced of his owninvulnerability. In his worst forebodings he had never believed this daycould come. Now he wondered fearfully if the hotel owner had any idea howlarge the

often asks after you; always sends her best wishes, same as the rest ofus at home." He put the photograph on the bar.Warren Trent picked it up and deliberately, without looking down, handedit back.Tom Earlshore said uncomfortably, "Is anything wrong, Mr. Trent?" Whenthere was no answer: "Can I mix you something?"About to refuse, he changed his mind. "A Ramos gin19fizz."Yessir! Coming right up!" Tom Earlshore reached swiftly for theingredients. It had always been a pleasure to watch him at work.Sometimes in the past, when Warren Trent entertained guests in his suite,he would have Tom come up to handle drinks, mostly because his bartendingwas a performance which matched the quality of his potions. He had anorganized economy of movement and the swift dexterity of a juggler. Heexercised his skin now, placing the drink before the hotel proprietorwith a final flourish.Warren Trent sipped and nodded.Earlshore asked, "It's all right?""Yes," Warren Trent said. "It's as good as any you've ever made." Hiseyes met Earlshore's. "I'm glad of that because it's the last drinkyou'll ever mix in my hotel."The uneasiness had changed to apprehension. Earlshore's tongue touchedhis lips nervously. "You don't mean that, Mr. Trent. You couldn't meanit."Ignoring the remark, the hotel proprietor pushed his glass away. "Why didyou do it, Tom? Of all people why did it have to be you?""I swear to God I don't know"Don't con me, Tom. You've done that long enough.""I tell you, Mr. Trent ... 11"Stop lying!" The snapped command cut sharply through the quietness.Within the lounge the peaceful hum of conversation stopped. Watching thealarm in the barman's shifting eyes~186 WednesdayWarren Trent guessed that behind him heads were turning. He was consciousof a rising anger he had intended to control.Earlshore swallowed. "Please, Mr. Trent. I've worked here thirty years.You've never talked to me like this." His voice was barely audible.From the inside jacket pocket where he had placed it earlier, WarrenTrent produced the O'Keefe investigators' report. He turned two pages andfolded back a third, covering a portion with his hand, He instructed,"Read!"Earlshore fumbled with glasses and put them on. His hands were trembling.He read a few lines then stopped. He looked up. There was no denial now.Only the instinctive fear of a cornered animal."You can't prove anything."Warren Trent slammed his hand upon the surface of the bar. Uncaring ofhis own raised voice, he let his rage erupt. "If I choose to, I can. Makeno mistake of that. You've cheated and you've stolen, and like all cheatsand thieves you've left a trail behind you."In an agony of apprehension Tom Earlshore sweated. It was as if suddenly,with explosive violence, his world which he had believed secure had splitapart. For more years than he could remember he had defrauded his ern-ployer-to a point where he had long ago become convinced of his owninvulnerability. In his worst forebodings he had never believed this daycould come. Now he wondered fearfully if the hotel owner had any idea howlarge the,bobapp体育下载often asks after you; always sends her best wishes, same as the rest ofus at home." He put the photograph on the bar.Warren Trent picked it up and deliberately, without looking down, handedit back.Tom Earlshore said uncomfortably, "Is anything wrong, Mr. Trent?" Whenthere was no answer: "Can I mix you something?"About to refuse, he changed his mind. "A Ramos gin19fizz."Yessir! Coming right up!" Tom Earlshore reached swiftly for theingredients. It had always been a pleasure to watch him at work.Sometimes in the past, when Warren Trent entertained guests in his suite,he would have Tom come up to handle drinks, mostly because his bartendingwas a performance which matched the quality of his potions. He had anorganized economy of movement and the swift dexterity of a juggler. Heexercised his skin now, placing the drink before the hotel proprietorwith a final flourish.Warren Trent sipped and nodded.Earlshore asked, "It's all right?""Yes," Warren Trent said. "It's as good as any you've ever made." Hiseyes met Earlshore's. "I'm glad of that because it's the last drinkyou'll ever mix in my hotel."The uneasiness had changed to apprehension. Earlshore's tongue touchedhis lips nervously. "You don't mean that, Mr. Trent. You couldn't meanit."Ignoring the remark, the hotel proprietor pushed his glass away. "Why didyou do it, Tom? Of all people why did it have to be you?""I swear to God I don't know"Don't con me, Tom. You've done that long enough.""I tell you, Mr. Trent ... 11"Stop lying!" The snapped command cut sharply through the quietness.Within the lounge the peaceful hum of conversation stopped. Watching thealarm in the barman's shifting eyes~186 WednesdayWarren Trent guessed that behind him heads were turning. He was consciousof a rising anger he had intended to control.Earlshore swallowed. "Please, Mr. Trent. I've worked here thirty years.You've never talked to me like this." His voice was barely audible.From the inside jacket pocket where he had placed it earlier, WarrenTrent produced the O'Keefe investigators' report. He turned two pages andfolded back a third, covering a portion with his hand, He instructed,"Read!"Earlshore fumbled with glasses and put them on. His hands were trembling.He read a few lines then stopped. He looked up. There was no denial now.Only the instinctive fear of a cornered animal."You can't prove anything."Warren Trent slammed his hand upon the surface of the bar. Uncaring ofhis own raised voice, he let his rage erupt. "If I choose to, I can. Makeno mistake of that. You've cheated and you've stolen, and like all cheatsand thieves you've left a trail behind you."In an agony of apprehension Tom Earlshore sweated. It was as if suddenly,with explosive violence, his world which he had believed secure had splitapart. For more years than he could remember he had defrauded his ern-ployer-to a point where he had long ago become convinced of his owninvulnerability. In his worst forebodings he had never believed this daycould come. Now he wondered fearfully if the hotel owner had any idea howlarge the,often asks after you; always sends her best wishes, same as the rest ofus at home." He put the photograph on the bar.Warren Trent picked it up and deliberately, without looking down, handedit back.Tom Earlshore said uncomfortably, "Is anything wrong, Mr. Trent?" Whenthere was no answer: "Can I mix you something?"About to refuse, he changed his mind. "A Ramos gin19fizz."Yessir! Coming right up!" Tom Earlshore reached swiftly for theingredients. It had always been a pleasure to watch him at work.Sometimes in the past, when Warren Trent entertained guests in his suite,he would have Tom come up to handle drinks, mostly because his bartendingwas a performance which matched the quality of his potions. He had anorganized economy of movement and the swift dexterity of a juggler. Heexercised his skin now, placing the drink before the hotel proprietorwith a final flourish.Warren Trent sipped and nodded.Earlshore asked, "It's all right?""Yes," Warren Trent said. "It's as good as any you've ever made." Hiseyes met Earlshore's. "I'm glad of that because it's the last drinkyou'll ever mix in my hotel."The uneasiness had changed to apprehension. Earlshore's tongue touchedhis lips nervously. "You don't mean that, Mr. Trent. You couldn't meanit."Ignoring the remark, the hotel proprietor pushed his glass away. "Why didyou do it, Tom? Of all people why did it have to be you?""I swear to God I don't know"Don't con me, Tom. You've done that long enough.""I tell you, Mr. Trent ... 11"Stop lying!" The snapped command cut sharply through the quietness.Within the lounge the peaceful hum of conversation stopped. Watching thealarm in the barman's shifting eyes~186 WednesdayWarren Trent guessed that behind him heads were turning. He was consciousof a rising anger he had intended to control.Earlshore swallowed. "Please, Mr. Trent. I've worked here thirty years.You've never talked to me like this." His voice was barely audible.From the inside jacket pocket where he had placed it earlier, WarrenTrent produced the O'Keefe investigators' report. He turned two pages andfolded back a third, covering a portion with his hand, He instructed,"Read!"Earlshore fumbled with glasses and put them on. His hands were trembling.He read a few lines then stopped. He looked up. There was no denial now.Only the instinctive fear of a cornered animal."You can't prove anything."Warren Trent slammed his hand upon the surface of the bar. Uncaring ofhis own raised voice, he let his rage erupt. "If I choose to, I can. Makeno mistake of that. You've cheated and you've stolen, and like all cheatsand thieves you've left a trail behind you."In an agony of apprehension Tom Earlshore sweated. It was as if suddenly,with explosive violence, his world which he had believed secure had splitapart. For more years than he could remember he had defrauded his ern-ployer-to a point where he had long ago become convinced of his owninvulnerability. In his worst forebodings he had never believed this daycould come. Now he wondered fearfully if the hotel owner had any idea howlarge thebobapp官网下载ios

often asks after you; always sends her best wishes, same as the rest ofus at home." He put the photograph on the bar.Warren Trent picked it up and deliberately, without looking down, handedit back.Tom Earlshore said uncomfortably, "Is anything wrong, Mr. Trent?" Whenthere was no answer: "Can I mix you something?"About to refuse, he changed his mind. "A Ramos gin19fizz."Yessir! Coming right up!" Tom Earlshore reached swiftly for theingredients. It had always been a pleasure to watch him at work.Sometimes in the past, when Warren Trent entertained guests in his suite,he would have Tom come up to handle drinks, mostly because his bartendingwas a performance which matched the quality of his potions. He had anorganized economy of movement and the swift dexterity of a juggler. Heexercised his skin now, placing the drink before the hotel proprietorwith a final flourish.Warren Trent sipped and nodded.Earlshore asked, "It's all right?""Yes," Warren Trent said. "It's as good as any you've ever made." Hiseyes met Earlshore's. "I'm glad of that because it's the last drinkyou'll ever mix in my hotel."The uneasiness had changed to apprehension. Earlshore's tongue touchedhis lips nervously. "You don't mean that, Mr. Trent. You couldn't meanit."Ignoring the remark, the hotel proprietor pushed his glass away. "Why didyou do it, Tom? Of all people why did it have to be you?""I swear to God I don't know"Don't con me, Tom. You've done that long enough.""I tell you, Mr. Trent ... 11"Stop lying!" The snapped command cut sharply through the quietness.Within the lounge the peaceful hum of conversation stopped. Watching thealarm in the barman's shifting eyes~186 WednesdayWarren Trent guessed that behind him heads were turning. He was consciousof a rising anger he had intended to control.Earlshore swallowed. "Please, Mr. Trent. I've worked here thirty years.You've never talked to me like this." His voice was barely audible.From the inside jacket pocket where he had placed it earlier, WarrenTrent produced the O'Keefe investigators' report. He turned two pages andfolded back a third, covering a portion with his hand, He instructed,"Read!"Earlshore fumbled with glasses and put them on. His hands were trembling.He read a few lines then stopped. He looked up. There was no denial now.Only the instinctive fear of a cornered animal."You can't prove anything."Warren Trent slammed his hand upon the surface of the bar. Uncaring ofhis own raised voice, he let his rage erupt. "If I choose to, I can. Makeno mistake of that. You've cheated and you've stolen, and like all cheatsand thieves you've left a trail behind you."In an agony of apprehension Tom Earlshore sweated. It was as if suddenly,with explosive violence, his world which he had believed secure had splitapart. For more years than he could remember he had defrauded his ern-ployer-to a point where he had long ago become convinced of his owninvulnerability. In his worst forebodings he had never believed this daycould come. Now he wondered fearfully if the hotel owner had any idea howlarge the,bob官方地址often asks after you; always sends her best wishes, same as the rest ofus at home." He put the photograph on the bar.Warren Trent picked it up and deliberately, without looking down, handedit back.Tom Earlshore said uncomfortably, "Is anything wrong, Mr. Trent?" Whenthere was no answer: "Can I mix you something?"About to refuse, he changed his mind. "A Ramos gin19fizz."Yessir! Coming right up!" Tom Earlshore reached swiftly for theingredients. It had always been a pleasure to watch him at work.Sometimes in the past, when Warren Trent entertained guests in his suite,he would have Tom come up to handle drinks, mostly because his bartendingwas a performance which matched the quality of his potions. He had anorganized economy of movement and the swift dexterity of a juggler. Heexercised his skin now, placing the drink before the hotel proprietorwith a final flourish.Warren Trent sipped and nodded.Earlshore asked, "It's all right?""Yes," Warren Trent said. "It's as good as any you've ever made." Hiseyes met Earlshore's. "I'm glad of that because it's the last drinkyou'll ever mix in my hotel."The uneasiness had changed to apprehension. Earlshore's tongue touchedhis lips nervously. "You don't mean that, Mr. Trent. You couldn't meanit."Ignoring the remark, the hotel proprietor pushed his glass away. "Why didyou do it, Tom? Of all people why did it have to be you?""I swear to God I don't know"Don't con me, Tom. You've done that long enough.""I tell you, Mr. Trent ... 11"Stop lying!" The snapped command cut sharply through the quietness.Within the lounge the peaceful hum of conversation stopped. Watching thealarm in the barman's shifting eyes~186 WednesdayWarren Trent guessed that behind him heads were turning. He was consciousof a rising anger he had intended to control.Earlshore swallowed. "Please, Mr. Trent. I've worked here thirty years.You've never talked to me like this." His voice was barely audible.From the inside jacket pocket where he had placed it earlier, WarrenTrent produced the O'Keefe investigators' report. He turned two pages andfolded back a third, covering a portion with his hand, He instructed,"Read!"Earlshore fumbled with glasses and put them on. His hands were trembling.He read a few lines then stopped. He looked up. There was no denial now.Only the instinctive fear of a cornered animal."You can't prove anything."Warren Trent slammed his hand upon the surface of the bar. Uncaring ofhis own raised voice, he let his rage erupt. "If I choose to, I can. Makeno mistake of that. You've cheated and you've stolen, and like all cheatsand thieves you've left a trail behind you."In an agony of apprehension Tom Earlshore sweated. It was as if suddenly,with explosive violence, his world which he had believed secure had splitapart. For more years than he could remember he had defrauded his ern-ployer-to a point where he had long ago become convinced of his owninvulnerability. In his worst forebodings he had never believed this daycould come. Now he wondered fearfully if the hotel owner had any idea howlarge the

often asks after you; always sends her best wishes, same as the rest ofus at home." He put the photograph on the bar.Warren Trent picked it up and deliberately, without looking down, handedit back.Tom Earlshore said uncomfortably, "Is anything wrong, Mr. Trent?" Whenthere was no answer: "Can I mix you something?"About to refuse, he changed his mind. "A Ramos gin19fizz."Yessir! Coming right up!" Tom Earlshore reached swiftly for theingredients. It had always been a pleasure to watch him at work.Sometimes in the past, when Warren Trent entertained guests in his suite,he would have Tom come up to handle drinks, mostly because his bartendingwas a performance which matched the quality of his potions. He had anorganized economy of movement and the swift dexterity of a juggler. Heexercised his skin now, placing the drink before the hotel proprietorwith a final flourish.Warren Trent sipped and nodded.Earlshore asked, "It's all right?""Yes," Warren Trent said. "It's as good as any you've ever made." Hiseyes met Earlshore's. "I'm glad of that because it's the last drinkyou'll ever mix in my hotel."The uneasiness had changed to apprehension. Earlshore's tongue touchedhis lips nervously. "You don't mean that, Mr. Trent. You couldn't meanit."Ignoring the remark, the hotel proprietor pushed his glass away. "Why didyou do it, Tom? Of all people why did it have to be you?""I swear to God I don't know"Don't con me, Tom. You've done that long enough.""I tell you, Mr. Trent ... 11"Stop lying!" The snapped command cut sharply through the quietness.Within the lounge the peaceful hum of conversation stopped. Watching thealarm in the barman's shifting eyes~186 WednesdayWarren Trent guessed that behind him heads were turning. He was consciousof a rising anger he had intended to control.Earlshore swallowed. "Please, Mr. Trent. I've worked here thirty years.You've never talked to me like this." His voice was barely audible.From the inside jacket pocket where he had placed it earlier, WarrenTrent produced the O'Keefe investigators' report. He turned two pages andfolded back a third, covering a portion with his hand, He instructed,"Read!"Earlshore fumbled with glasses and put them on. His hands were trembling.He read a few lines then stopped. He looked up. There was no denial now.Only the instinctive fear of a cornered animal."You can't prove anything."Warren Trent slammed his hand upon the surface of the bar. Uncaring ofhis own raised voice, he let his rage erupt. "If I choose to, I can. Makeno mistake of that. You've cheated and you've stolen, and like all cheatsand thieves you've left a trail behind you."In an agony of apprehension Tom Earlshore sweated. It was as if suddenly,with explosive violence, his world which he had believed secure had splitapart. For more years than he could remember he had defrauded his ern-ployer-to a point where he had long ago become convinced of his owninvulnerability. In his worst forebodings he had never believed this daycould come. Now he wondered fearfully if the hotel owner had any idea howlarge the,bob综合体育下载地址,bobo体育直播often asks after you; always sends her best wishes, same as the rest ofus at home." He put the photograph on the bar.Warren Trent picked it up and deliberately, without looking down, handedit back.Tom Earlshore said uncomfortably, "Is anything wrong, Mr. Trent?" Whenthere was no answer: "Can I mix you something?"About to refuse, he changed his mind. "A Ramos gin19fizz."Yessir! Coming right up!" Tom Earlshore reached swiftly for theingredients. It had always been a pleasure to watch him at work.Sometimes in the past, when Warren Trent entertained guests in his suite,he would have Tom come up to handle drinks, mostly because his bartendingwas a performance which matched the quality of his potions. He had anorganized economy of movement and the swift dexterity of a juggler. Heexercised his skin now, placing the drink before the hotel proprietorwith a final flourish.Warren Trent sipped and nodded.Earlshore asked, "It's all right?""Yes," Warren Trent said. "It's as good as any you've ever made." Hiseyes met Earlshore's. "I'm glad of that because it's the last drinkyou'll ever mix in my hotel."The uneasiness had changed to apprehension. Earlshore's tongue touchedhis lips nervously. "You don't mean that, Mr. Trent. You couldn't meanit."Ignoring the remark, the hotel proprietor pushed his glass away. "Why didyou do it, Tom? Of all people why did it have to be you?""I swear to God I don't know"Don't con me, Tom. You've done that long enough.""I tell you, Mr. Trent ... 11"Stop lying!" The snapped command cut sharply through the quietness.Within the lounge the peaceful hum of conversation stopped. Watching thealarm in the barman's shifting eyes~186 WednesdayWarren Trent guessed that behind him heads were turning. He was consciousof a rising anger he had intended to control.Earlshore swallowed. "Please, Mr. Trent. I've worked here thirty years.You've never talked to me like this." His voice was barely audible.From the inside jacket pocket where he had placed it earlier, WarrenTrent produced the O'Keefe investigators' report. He turned two pages andfolded back a third, covering a portion with his hand, He instructed,"Read!"Earlshore fumbled with glasses and put them on. His hands were trembling.He read a few lines then stopped. He looked up. There was no denial now.Only the instinctive fear of a cornered animal."You can't prove anything."Warren Trent slammed his hand upon the surface of the bar. Uncaring ofhis own raised voice, he let his rage erupt. "If I choose to, I can. Makeno mistake of that. You've cheated and you've stolen, and like all cheatsand thieves you've left a trail behind you."In an agony of apprehension Tom Earlshore sweated. It was as if suddenly,with explosive violence, his world which he had believed secure had splitapart. For more years than he could remember he had defrauded his ern-ployer-to a point where he had long ago become convinced of his owninvulnerability. In his worst forebodings he had never believed this daycould come. Now he wondered fearfully if the hotel owner had any idea howlarge the

often asks after you; always sends her best wishes, same as the rest ofus at home." He put the photograph on the bar.Warren Trent picked it up and deliberately, without looking down, handedit back.Tom Earlshore said uncomfortably, "Is anything wrong, Mr. Trent?" Whenthere was no answer: "Can I mix you something?"About to refuse, he changed his mind. "A Ramos gin19fizz."Yessir! Coming right up!" Tom Earlshore reached swiftly for theingredients. It had always been a pleasure to watch him at work.Sometimes in the past, when Warren Trent entertained guests in his suite,he would have Tom come up to handle drinks, mostly because his bartendingwas a performance which matched the quality of his potions. He had anorganized economy of movement and the swift dexterity of a juggler. Heexercised his skin now, placing the drink before the hotel proprietorwith a final flourish.Warren Trent sipped and nodded.Earlshore asked, "It's all right?""Yes," Warren Trent said. "It's as good as any you've ever made." Hiseyes met Earlshore's. "I'm glad of that because it's the last drinkyou'll ever mix in my hotel."The uneasiness had changed to apprehension. Earlshore's tongue touchedhis lips nervously. "You don't mean that, Mr. Trent. You couldn't meanit."Ignoring the remark, the hotel proprietor pushed his glass away. "Why didyou do it, Tom? Of all people why did it have to be you?""I swear to God I don't know"Don't con me, Tom. You've done that long enough.""I tell you, Mr. Trent ... 11"Stop lying!" The snapped command cut sharply through the quietness.Within the lounge the peaceful hum of conversation stopped. Watching thealarm in the barman's shifting eyes~186 WednesdayWarren Trent guessed that behind him heads were turning. He was consciousof a rising anger he had intended to control.Earlshore swallowed. "Please, Mr. Trent. I've worked here thirty years.You've never talked to me like this." His voice was barely audible.From the inside jacket pocket where he had placed it earlier, WarrenTrent produced the O'Keefe investigators' report. He turned two pages andfolded back a third, covering a portion with his hand, He instructed,"Read!"Earlshore fumbled with glasses and put them on. His hands were trembling.He read a few lines then stopped. He looked up. There was no denial now.Only the instinctive fear of a cornered animal."You can't prove anything."Warren Trent slammed his hand upon the surface of the bar. Uncaring ofhis own raised voice, he let his rage erupt. "If I choose to, I can. Makeno mistake of that. You've cheated and you've stolen, and like all cheatsand thieves you've left a trail behind you."In an agony of apprehension Tom Earlshore sweated. It was as if suddenly,with explosive violence, his world which he had believed secure had splitapart. For more years than he could remember he had defrauded his ern-ployer-to a point where he had long ago become convinced of his owninvulnerability. In his worst forebodings he had never believed this daycould come. Now he wondered fearfully if the hotel owner had any idea howlarge the,bob体育赛事often asks after you; always sends her best wishes, same as the rest ofus at home." He put the photograph on the bar.Warren Trent picked it up and deliberately, without looking down, handedit back.Tom Earlshore said uncomfortably, "Is anything wrong, Mr. Trent?" Whenthere was no answer: "Can I mix you something?"About to refuse, he changed his mind. "A Ramos gin19fizz."Yessir! Coming right up!" Tom Earlshore reached swiftly for theingredients. It had always been a pleasure to watch him at work.Sometimes in the past, when Warren Trent entertained guests in his suite,he would have Tom come up to handle drinks, mostly because his bartendingwas a performance which matched the quality of his potions. He had anorganized economy of movement and the swift dexterity of a juggler. Heexercised his skin now, placing the drink before the hotel proprietorwith a final flourish.Warren Trent sipped and nodded.Earlshore asked, "It's all right?""Yes," Warren Trent said. "It's as good as any you've ever made." Hiseyes met Earlshore's. "I'm glad of that because it's the last drinkyou'll ever mix in my hotel."The uneasiness had changed to apprehension. Earlshore's tongue touchedhis lips nervously. "You don't mean that, Mr. Trent. You couldn't meanit."Ignoring the remark, the hotel proprietor pushed his glass away. "Why didyou do it, Tom? Of all people why did it have to be you?""I swear to God I don't know"Don't con me, Tom. You've done that long enough.""I tell you, Mr. Trent ... 11"Stop lying!" The snapped command cut sharply through the quietness.Within the lounge the peaceful hum of conversation stopped. Watching thealarm in the barman's shifting eyes~186 WednesdayWarren Trent guessed that behind him heads were turning. He was consciousof a rising anger he had intended to control.Earlshore swallowed. "Please, Mr. Trent. I've worked here thirty years.You've never talked to me like this." His voice was barely audible.From the inside jacket pocket where he had placed it earlier, WarrenTrent produced the O'Keefe investigators' report. He turned two pages andfolded back a third, covering a portion with his hand, He instructed,"Read!"Earlshore fumbled with glasses and put them on. His hands were trembling.He read a few lines then stopped. He looked up. There was no denial now.Only the instinctive fear of a cornered animal."You can't prove anything."Warren Trent slammed his hand upon the surface of the bar. Uncaring ofhis own raised voice, he let his rage erupt. "If I choose to, I can. Makeno mistake of that. You've cheated and you've stolen, and like all cheatsand thieves you've left a trail behind you."In an agony of apprehension Tom Earlshore sweated. It was as if suddenly,with explosive violence, his world which he had believed secure had splitapart. For more years than he could remember he had defrauded his ern-ployer-to a point where he had long ago become convinced of his owninvulnerability. In his worst forebodings he had never believed this daycould come. Now he wondered fearfully if the hotel owner had any idea howlarge thebobo体育,often asks after you; always sends her best wishes, same as the rest ofus at home." He put the photograph on the bar.Warren Trent picked it up and deliberately, without looking down, handedit back.Tom Earlshore said uncomfortably, "Is anything wrong, Mr. Trent?" Whenthere was no answer: "Can I mix you something?"About to refuse, he changed his mind. "A Ramos gin19fizz."Yessir! Coming right up!" Tom Earlshore reached swiftly for theingredients. It had always been a pleasure to watch him at work.Sometimes in the past, when Warren Trent entertained guests in his suite,he would have Tom come up to handle drinks, mostly because his bartendingwas a performance which matched the quality of his potions. He had anorganized economy of movement and the swift dexterity of a juggler. Heexercised his skin now, placing the drink before the hotel proprietorwith a final flourish.Warren Trent sipped and nodded.Earlshore asked, "It's all right?""Yes," Warren Trent said. "It's as good as any you've ever made." Hiseyes met Earlshore's. "I'm glad of that because it's the last drinkyou'll ever mix in my hotel."The uneasiness had changed to apprehension. Earlshore's tongue touchedhis lips nervously. "You don't mean that, Mr. Trent. You couldn't meanit."Ignoring the remark, the hotel proprietor pushed his glass away. "Why didyou do it, Tom? Of all people why did it have to be you?""I swear to God I don't know"Don't con me, Tom. You've done that long enough.""I tell you, Mr. Trent ... 11"Stop lying!" The snapped command cut sharply through the quietness.Within the lounge the peaceful hum of conversation stopped. Watching thealarm in the barman's shifting eyes~186 WednesdayWarren Trent guessed that behind him heads were turning. He was consciousof a rising anger he had intended to control.Earlshore swallowed. "Please, Mr. Trent. I've worked here thirty years.You've never talked to me like this." His voice was barely audible.From the inside jacket pocket where he had placed it earlier, WarrenTrent produced the O'Keefe investigators' report. He turned two pages andfolded back a third, covering a portion with his hand, He instructed,"Read!"Earlshore fumbled with glasses and put them on. His hands were trembling.He read a few lines then stopped. He looked up. There was no denial now.Only the instinctive fear of a cornered animal."You can't prove anything."Warren Trent slammed his hand upon the surface of the bar. Uncaring ofhis own raised voice, he let his rage erupt. "If I choose to, I can. Makeno mistake of that. You've cheated and you've stolen, and like all cheatsand thieves you've left a trail behind you."In an agony of apprehension Tom Earlshore sweated. It was as if suddenly,with explosive violence, his world which he had believed secure had splitapart. For more years than he could remember he had defrauded his ern-ployer-to a point where he had long ago become convinced of his owninvulnerability. In his worst forebodings he had never believed this daycould come. Now he wondered fearfully if the hotel owner had any idea howlarge the

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