"But-" began Harry, as Kolowski banged the palm of his hand on the cell door. "You may not have heard of the sharpest lawyer in New York," said the detective as he blew out another plume of smoke, "but he has an appointment to see you at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, and Jelks don't leave his office unless his bill has been paid in advance." "If I was in the trouble you're in, kid, I'd consider having Sefton Jelks on my side to be about my only hope." "I don't have a lawyer," protested Harry. "Save it for your lawyer," said the detective, exhaling deeply and filling the small cell with a cloud of smoke. I served on the same ship as Tom Bradshaw." I'm Harry Clifton, an Englishman from Bristol. "No," said Harry, "you don't understand, there's been a terrible mistake. "Sure, and I'm Babe Ruth," said Detective Kolowski as he lit a cigarette.
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