Ned Beaumont was driven back against the wall. The back of his head struck the wall first, then his body crashed flat against the wall, and he slid down the wall to the floor.
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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