How Many Keepers Guard One Door
Donald Whitfield sat at his desk in the second-floor office of Whitfield and Stern, the September light falling through the venetian blinds in long amber slats across his blotter. He was forty-eight years old, a man of average height whose gray flannel suit hung well on a frame that had once played halfback for Dartmouth in 1930. His horn-rimmed glasses had slipped down his nose. A Lucky Strike...
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