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Portrait of Frank L. Packard Frank L. Packard The Further Adventures of Jimmie Dale… (1919)

For a moment the frown on Jimmie Dale's forehead deepened, then he nodded his head quickly. If he could find Curley, or Haines, or even Patsy Marles, the clerk who worked in the liquor store—which might possibly still be open for another hour or so yet—it should not, after all, and without even any undue inquisitiveness on the part of Smarlinghue, prove very difficult to obtain the necessary information, for, if Curley had been in a deal involving fifteen thousand dollars, he was much more likely to be boastful than reticent about it.
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Portrait of Frank L. Packard Frank L. Packard The Further Adventures of Jimmie Dale… (1919)

To risk the attempt to follow the Rat now, to risk discovery by the Rat, was to risk, not only the admission that he had been playing a part, but to risk what he had fought for and staked his life for months now to establish—the role, the character of "Smarlinghue" in the underworld. Nor, for the same reason, would he dare move from the place for some little time—there was Foo Sen and the attendants.
Jimmie Dale dropped his head down on the bunk, turned heavily over, facing the partition, and flung his arm across his face.
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