Shadow of the Thin Man Page #2

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in this job, I bet you don't even feel it.

He's feeling it now, aren't you, Nicky?

Boy, oh, boy. Wait till I tell the family

I met Nick Charles and Mrs. Charles.

This is Mrs. Charles, ain't it?

Well, that's the way we check in

at the motels.

No one will get a word out of me, Nick.

It's okay, honey.

Just sign it, Nick.

I made a carbon copy for the kids.

They save autographs.

I'm flattered.

Where you heading, Nick? The track?

Yes. But we'd just as soon sit here

and talk.

No, that'd make you late.

To show you how the force feels

about you, I'll escort you to the track.

Oh, boy, wait till the gang hears

about this.

Follow me, Nick. I'll get you there!

Now what?

Scads of police cars and motorcycles.

And I see an ambulance too.

Keep an eye on that.

It may come in handy.

Well, not bad. Get second money.

You almost got insurance money.

What's happening? Looks like a riot.

Maybe somebody hit the daily double.

Hi, Nick. How are you, pal?

What do you know?

If it ain't Nick Charles.

Hiya, Nick, it's good to see you!

How've you been, Nick?

Nick, how'd you get here so soon?

We only got the flash

a couple minutes ago.

- We were swept into it.

- Don't let us keep you, boys.

- There's no hurry, Nick. We were...

- So there's no hurry, there isn't, huh?

- Lieutenant Abrams.

- Hello, lieutenant.

You flannel-headed playboys!

There's been a murder.

You're on the scene of the crime,

and you're here jawing.

Get to work before I hand out a flock

of suspensions! Come on, shake it!

Hello, Nick. Hello, Mrs. Charles.

What's the good word?

Did I hear something said

a minute ago about speed?

- That's discipline.

- You said a man was murdered.

Don't worry. He won't get away.

I haven't seen you and Nick in ages.

- What happened?

- You know that jockey, Goldez?

The one caught throwing

the fourth race yesterday?

- He was shot.

- My, they're strict at this track.

What?

I don't think the track officials shot

this one, do you, lieutenant?

He was undoubtedly bumped off

to keep him from talking.

Sounds exciting. Who did it?

Person or persons unknown did the job,

and it's my job...

...to see that they don't stay unknown.

Well, so long, Nick.

Goodbye, Mrs. Charles.

- I gotta see a man about a murder.

- Good luck, lieutenant.

With luck, we'll be out of here by the

last race. There go my seven winners.

The body's back in the shower,

lieutenant. This way.

All right, one side. Heads up.

All right, boys. Heads up.

Coroner, here's Lieutenant Abrams.

Nice of you to come over, lieutenant.

The DA thought you'd better be

in on this.

- Probably be laid in your lap anyway.

- Okay, okay. What's the score?

Death was instantaneous

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