Osborne sat very still. His weary eyes shifted, and his knuckles became a dirty white. "Why - I can't - remember any such error," he muttered.
"Liar," said Ellery cheerfully. "We know all about it, Ozzie. If I may call you Ozzie . . ."
"You - know?" said Osborne with difficulty, raising his eyes.
"Oh, certainly. Don Kirk himself told us."
Osborne took out his handkerchief and wiped his forehead. "I'm sorry, Mr. Queen. I thought - "
"Come on," snapped the Inspector impatiently. "You, there!" he bellowed at the policeman, who started and went pale. "You see that this man Osborne here doesn't touch that house phone for five minutes. Be good, Osborne. . . . Well, come on, boys. If there's any fun we might's well be in on it, too!"
(from The Chinese Orange Mystery, by Ellery Queen)
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