“She’s in,” he said when I joined him. “She went up the road, cut across through some bushes, came back to the edge of the cliff, and slid feet-first through a cellar window.” That was nice. The crazier the people you are sleuthing act, as a rule, the nearer you are to an ending of your troubles.”

“She’s in,” he said when I joined him. “She went up the road, cut across through some bushes, came back to the edge of the cliff, and slid feet-first through a cellar window.” That was nice. The crazier the people you are sleuthing act, as a rule, the nearer you are to an ending of your troubles.”

— Dashiell Hammett