John Michael Strubhart

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“Surprise,” Brown said. “No five dollars.” “Why, no!” Betty said. “There was just a folded paper napkin in the envelope. He must have switched that envelope while he was talking to me, after he’d blessed the money. I don’t know what I’m going to do now. I needed that five dollars. Can’t you catch him?”
The Con Man (87th Precinct #4)
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