Black Caesar's Clan : a Florida Mystery Story by Albert Payson Terhune
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"As a--a what?" snapped Milo, in sharp suspicion, the geniality wiped from face and voice with ludicrous suddenness. "A--?" "As a bodyguard," repeated Gavin, not seeming to note the change in his host. "If you're in the habit of being set upon, often, as you were, this evening you'll be better off with a good husky chap to act as-" "Oh, that?" scoffed Milo, in ponderous contempt. "That was just some panhandler, who thought he might knock me over, from behind, and get my watch and wallet. The same thing isn't likely to happen again in a century. Florida is the most law-abiding State in the Union. And Dade County is perhaps the most law-abiding part of Florida. One would need a bodyguard in New York City, more than here. There have been a lot of holdups there." Gavin did not reply. His silence seemed to annoy Milo who burst forth again, this time with a tinge of open amusement in his contempt: "Besides--even if there were assassins lurking behind every bunch of palmetto scrub, in the county--do you honestly think a man of your size could do very much toward protecting me? I'm not bragging. But I'm counted one of the strongest men in--" "To-night," said Brice, drily, "I managed to be of some slight |
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