Red Harvest - Chapter 7
Chapter VII: That’s Why I Sewed You Up
It was half-past five. I walked around a few blocks until I came to an unlighted electric sign that said “Hotel Crawford,” climbed a flight of steps to the second floor office, registered, left a call for ten o’clock, was shown into a shabby room, moved some of the Scotch from my flask to my stomach, and took old El…
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