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DETECTIVE BARNEY
“You ’re too free with your mouth,” Corcoran growled, over his shoulder as he went.
“Free!” Barney said. “I could talk my teeth loose.” He swaggered to the elevator, whistling sibilantly. It was a relief even to whistle. “Take it from me, kid,” he told himself, “this ’s no job fer a boy sopranner. You ’ve got cobwebs on your top notes.”
