Piper gave the driver the Minetta Lane address. "What were you doing behind this cab when I came down?'
Swarthout looked innocent. "Nothing, Inspector. Nothing but passing the time away." There was the slightest accent on the word "passing."
"Oh, yeah? You're a fine example to the public, Swarthout. The crap-shooting detective, huh? Gambling in public!"
Swarthout took a pair of pink cubes from his pocket and rattled them lovingly. "I don't mind telling you in confidence, Inspector, that with these dice there isn't any gambling in it at all. I found 'em on Tony the Wop last week, and they take the chance out of games of chance."
(from Murder On Wheels, by Stuart Palmer)
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