This Is Murder

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Sam Moraine drew two cards and peeked at the corners. They were both aces.

Phil Duncan, the district attorney, watching him, said almost casually, “If you’d drawn down to your hand and hadn’t saved a kicker you might have stood a chance... Give me two, Barney, right off the top.”

Barney Morden, chief investigator for the district attorney’s office, flipped two cards off the top of the deck, sighed, and drew three more for himself.

Moraine grinned at the district attorney. “I caught both your kickers, Phil.”

Phil Duncan slid two blue chips into the center of the table. “Two blues say you’re whistling through the graveyard,” he remarked.

The telephone rang, and Duncan nodded to Morden.

Morden, holding his cards in his right hand, picked up the receiver with the thumb and forefinger of his left hand, clamped his last two fingers around the mouthpiece and said, “Morden speaking.”

Phil Duncan, the district attorney, lowered his voice and turned to Sam Moraine:

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