"Well," he said with a short despairing laugh, "here I am. Caught red-handed, Queen - and by you, of all people."
"Fate," murmured Ellery. "And a kind fate for you, my careening young bucko. A more vigorous operative might have - what's the phrase? ah, yes - plugged you first and asked questions afterward. Fortunately, having a sensitive stomach, I don't carry firearms. . . . Fearfully bad habit, Kirk, prowling about ladies' bedrooms at this time of night. Get you into trouble."
(from The Chinese Orange Mystery, by Ellery Queen)
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