He listened again and said, "Right." He put the telephone back in its cradle. He returned to the papers on his desk, which were a monument - a monument still in the progress of growth - to the efficiency of the New York Police Department. They represented efficiency, tirelessnss; they also represented, Bill Weigand thought wearily, a certain ponderousness, and the momentum of ponderousness.
(from Murder Is Served, by Richard and Francs Lockridge)
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