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First published January 1, 1939
"Those men are poison," I said. "They'll pay any price for the opportunity to assert themselves."When I recently began exploring the work of both Erle Stanley Gardner and Agatha Christie, I barely glanced at their second-tier titles. But now I've taken a slightly closer look - and I have already seen a significant difference between the two authors.
"I'm a detective," I told her.That's just one of a number of unexpectedly funny sections. Another comes after Lam has the shit beat out of him, only to have his assailant later instruct him on how to take better care of himself in a fight... while he's delicately dealing out first-aid.
Her eyes flashed up at mine then. For a moment there was a startled look on her face. Then she started to laugh. She quit laughing at the look on my face, and said, "*You* are?"
I nodded.
"Well, you don't look it," she observed, trying to soften the blow of her laughter. "You look like a darn nice kid with ideals and a mother."