"You wangled that viscid old sport rather cleverly, don't y' know," remarked Vance, when Cleaver had gone. "But there's something deuced queer about him. The transition from his gambler's glassy stare to his garrulous confidences was too sudden - suspiciously sudden, in fact. I may be evil-minded, but he didn't impress me as a luminous pillar of truth. Maybe it's because I don't like those odd, boiled eyes of his - somehow they didn't harmonize with his gushing imitation of openhearted frankness."
(from The "Canary" Murder Case, by S. S. Van Dine)
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