
Rosy-cheeked Rusty, still holding his cards at the table, said gloomily, but without emotion: "Jesus, Jeff, you'll croak him."
Jeff said: "Him?" he indicated the man at his feet by kicking him not especially hard on the thigh. "You can't croak him. He's tough. He's a tough baby. He likes this."
The Glass Key
By Dashiell Hammett
(Alfred A. Knopf, 1931)
Just re-read this a couple of weeks ago. It may be moving up against RED HARVEST for the position as my favorite Hammett.
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