"How did you get the knife, Gilbert?" I asked.
"I went out there. Found it at the scene of the crime."
"Keeping it makes you an accessory after the fact."
"You're telling me?" he said, irritably.
"Of course I know you'll do what is wise, Gilbert," I purred. Gilbert flowered under this treatment. I wondered why I had never thought of it before.
(from The Turquoise Shop, by Frances Crane)
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