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The whiskey looked all right. It smelled all right, too. Shaking so that he could hardly hold the decanter Detective-sergeant Lloyd poured a little into a glass and took a sip in his dry mouth and waited.
After a little while he drank another spoonful. He waited again. Then he drank a stiff drink-a very stiff drink.