It wasn't that he was whispering it was more as though there were a volume control in his throat that had suddenly been turned down.
Then I suddenly realized that I could barely hear his words-not that I really wanted to in any case. I am forcedto admit that my attention was more on the purloined tobacco than on Inskipp's tedious complaints so I did not at first notice the change in his voice. I could put them to a far more important use by smoking them myself. "Me? Steal? I would rather die first!" I declaimed movingly as I slipped out a handful of the incredibly expensive cigars destined for visiting VIP's. "Do you know how much you have stolen?" His face was bright red now, and his eyes were beginning to bulge in a highly unattractive manner. As a baby my mother found me slippery when she soaped me in the bath." The humidor sprang open, and my nose twitched at the aroma of fragrant leaf. "They don't call you Slippery Jim for nothing!" "Never!" I cried, lockpick busy in my fingers. You have been cheating your own organization, our Special Corps, your own buddies-" "Embezzlement, swindling and worse-the reports are still coming in. "A victim of a campaign of cold, calculating lies." I had this humidor behind my back and by touch alone-I really am good at this sort of thing -I felt for the lock. I leaned back against the sideboard in his office, a picture of shocked sincerity. "YOU are a crook, James Bolivar diGriz," Inskipp said, making animal noises deep in his throat while shaking the sheaf of papers viciously in my direction.
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