Хорас Маккой: Trapped By Silver

"The old guy suspected all along that the stepson was after his dough. The kid figured the old guy might live forever because he kept having them heart attacks that didn't do nothing permanent to him. He figured he'd better knock the old guy off before he changed the will.

"But the kid got a bad break because the old guy was reading and wearing them silver pince-nez. If they'd been gold pince-nez it'd been a perfect crime. Gold won't show no trace of hydrocyanic acid fumes. But these were silver. Well, I picked the kid up early this morning, expecting to have a tough job to prove anything to a jury, but he seemed proud of what he'd done. He didn't seem a bit worried that he might go to the chair. You ought to have heard him dictating that confession. You'd have thought he'd just flown the Atlantic. But I believe I was prouder of nailing Jimmy Frioto. I been trying to land that wop for two years."

"A brilliant piece of work," I said admiringly. "You'll probably get a promotion out of this." "Nope, one of them pinochle players'll get all the credit," Donovan said. "You wait and see. Oh, well-what movie'll we shoot?"