A Coffin from Hong Kong / Гроб из Гонконга. Книга для чтения на английском языке

He would have expected me to have been at some clip-joint talking tough to a blonde or wrestling rough with some redhead.

closed the door of the telephone booth. “Mr. Ryan?” A man’s voice: deep-toned and curt.

was just about to shut down the office 1 for the night when the telephone bell rang. The time was ten minutes past six o’clock. It had been a dull, long and unprofitable day: no visitors, a mail I had dropped

Every so often we got word about him.