The Bat by Mary Roberts Rinehart;Avery Hopwood
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The chief's look grew searching. "H'm," he said. "Well, as I say,
anything within reason. What case do you want to be assigned to?" The muscles of Anderson's left hand tensed on the arm of his chair. He looked squarely at the chief. "I want a chance at the Bat!" he replied slowly. The chief's face became expressionless. "I said--anything within reason," he responded softly, regarding Anderson keenly. "I want a chance at the Bat!" repeated Anderson stubbornly. "If I've done good work so far--I want a chance at the Bat!" The chief drummed on the desk. Annoyance and surprise were in his voice when he spoke. "But look here, Anderson," he burst out finally. "Anything else and I'll--but what's the use? I said a minute ago, you had brains --but now, by Judas, I doubt it! If anyone else wanted a chance at the Bat, I'd give it to them and gladly--I'm hard-boiled. But you're too valuable a man to be thrown away!" "I'm no more valuable than Wentworth would have been." "Maybe not--and look what happened to him! A bullet hole in his heart--and thirty years of work that he might have done thrown away! No, Anderson, I've found two first-class men since I've been at this desk--Wentworth and you. He asked for his chance; I gave it to him--turned him over to the Government--and lost him. Good detectives aren't so plentiful that I can afford to lose you both." |
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