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doc#144 | Curt hadn't emerged from the livery stable, | Brenner | reentered the hotel and faced Summers across |
doc#144 | n't mind doing me a small favor". </p><p> | Brenner | 's voice was oily, but Summers wasn't fooled |
doc#144 | </p><p> "What is it you want me to do, Mr. | Brenner | "? </p><p> Brenner shrugged carelessly. </p> |
doc#144 | you want me to do, Mr. Brenner"? </p><p> | Brenner | shrugged carelessly. </p><p> "It's very simple |
doc#144 | toward the door. </p><p> "One thing, Summers", | Brenner | said. "You're not to mention my name. Tell |
doc#144 | turned around. </p><p> "I don't know, Mr. | Brenner | ", he said haltingly, beginning to get an |
doc#144 | haltingly, beginning to get an inkling of | Brenner | 's plans. "It doesn't seem quite right, |
doc#144 | His voice trailed off into silence. </p><p> | Brenner | continued to smile, but his eyes were cold |
doc#144 | I don't know what you're up to, but when | Brenner | " -- </p><p> "You can forget about Brenner |
doc#144 | Brenner" -- </p><p> "You can forget about | Brenner | , too", Curt said. "It's Ben Arbuckle we |
doc#144 | talking. Who told you to do it? Was it Dutch | Brenner | "? </p><p> Curt was holding Jess's gun in |
doc#144 | You killed him, didn't you"? </p><p> "It was | Brenner | 's idea", Jess mumbled, dabbing at his nose |