Mike Shayne Mystery Magazine, Vol. 33, No. 3, August 1973

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“The killer is here,” the voice said. “You will destroy him with your bare hands. If you lose...” Mike Shayne nodded grimly. He knew only too well what she meant...

“That’s the trouble with the whole thing,” the vice president of the Intercontinent Insurance Company said. “That’s the thing that makes me doubt my whole line of thinking in the matter. The man was an absolute nobody.”

“I can see your point, Bradley,” the big man in the dark suit said as he reached for the brandy bottle on the office desk.

The insurance company executive didn’t seem to hear him. It was almost as if he was talking to some secret doubt within himself,

“Socially the man was nothing at all,” Bradley said again. “Achievement-wise he never held anything but pennies-an-hour jobs. He never married. He never really did anything. Financially he was nothing at all.”

“I understand,” Mike Shayne said. “This guy was a nothing from nowhere.” As the big detective spoke he poured a double brandy into the tumbler his host had provided.

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