Friday, the Thirteenth
I had been sitting in my office letting the tape slide through my fingers while its every yard spelled ¿panic¿ in a constantly rising voice when they told me that Brownley on the floor of the Exchange wanted me at the ¿phone and ¿quick.¿ Brownley was our junior partner and floor man. --This text refers to the Paperback edition.
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