The Golden Suspect
The morning Inspector Thomas Bradshaw walked out of the Second Precinct with his canvas bag under one arm and the battered green cup that had rested on his desk through three captains and two mayors, Edward Ashworth stood at the loot-room window with his overcoat buttoned against the draught and watched the inspector cross Grant Street into the fog that rolled off the river like a slow tide,...
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