Over My Dead Body

Wolfe sighed, pushed back his chair, and manipulated himself to his feet. "I'm going to bed." He got half-way to the door, but stopped again. "By the way, remind me to-morrow to ask Mr Cramer for that hundred dollars. I wish I could cure myself of those idiotic romantic gestures."

"Oh, that hundred?" I patted my pocket. "I've already got it. That was the first thing I did."

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