Miss Withers realized that she was getting to be an insider, for she could recognize a plainclothes man a block away. Whenever one sees a man who looks as if he had a trade, but weren't working at it, and a man who hangs about as if he had a place to go if he only wanted to, that man is a detective, she told herself.
(from The Penguin Pool Murder, by Stuart Palmer)
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