Higgins snapped around.
“Who owns it?”
Cub was half across the room toward Sally. He swerved.
“Barton told me half an hour ago that the Attorney-General had just bought it.... Now I see....” His voice shattered.
Sally ran toward him. Higgins pushed a chair under his bending legs.
The fly rose from the dead man’s face and slipped with the curling smoke out of the open window toward the distant river.
Transcriber’s Notes
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- Silently corrected palpable typos; left non-standard spellings and dialect unchanged.
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