I Found I Was Repeating Myself. It

We Didn't Exactly Believe Your Story.' Then --?' 'we Believed Your Two Hundred Dollars.' 'you Mean --' She Seemed Not To Know What He Meant. 'i Mean That You Paid Us More Than If You'd Been Telling The Truth,' He Explained Blandly, 'and Enough More To Make It All Right.

Listen, Dundy, It's Been A Long Time Since I Burst Into Tears Because A Policeman Didn't Like Me.

What I Try To Do Is Write A Story About A Detective Rather Than A Detective Story. Keeping The Reader Fooled Until The Last, Possible Moment Is A Good Trick And I Usually Try To Play It, But I Can't Attach More Than Secondary Importance To It. The Puzzle Isn't So Interesting To Me As The Behavior Of The Detective Attacking It.

With What Dope I Got I Think It Fills Me In Pretty Well.

I Deserve All The Love You Can Spare Me. And I Want A Lot More Than I Deserve.