On that morning, both of them sulk at each other and Brookes does little more than grunt as he pushes his hat back
“Hello!” answers Charlie, who normally, following a long-established ritual, should push a glass in front of him so that he could get something to drink, although t is not time yet and the bar is legally closed.
Kenneth hangs around for quite some time before coming to play with the bottles and sighing:
“You made me go through quite a night, Charlie!
I’m holding you back!”
“And you… you made me some (nasty/damn/bloody) publicity by turning up with all those sirens outside and a revolver in hand, just as in a gangster film.”
“If it had been him, he would have been dangerous.”
“Whereas he’s a good, harmless chap, right?”
“I don’t know what he is.”
(Deep down/Essentially), one is not prouder than the other and they secretly cast embarrassed glances at each other.
Later, they will not like to remember this conversation either.
Before coming, Brookes prepared lunch for his wife, who is once more confined to bed, which does not make his mood more pleasant, and cleaned the (apartment/flat).
They live above the sheriff’s office, and just below their bedroom, there are two black-barred cages designed for the prisoners and which was empty most of the time.
“Anyway, he’s a not an easy-going individual and I would like as much to see him moving somewhere (else as/or/and) here.”
“He’s settling in (town/the city)?”
“I have no idea.
He only asked me for the address of a furnished house in the neighborhood as if he were certain beforehand that it existed.”
“I sent her to her place.
(Thus/Therefore), Charlie had not made a mistake and, because (he enjoyed it/it pleased him), he pushed a glass (on/along) the counter.
“Who is it?”
“I don’t know.
When I asked his name, he said it was Justin Ward and, since I insisted on finding out whether it was his real name, he said he had the right to call himself whatever (he pleased/seemed good to him).
“I tried to find out where he came from.
He replied he was a U.S. citizen and that, as such, according to the Constitution, he was not bound to give any explanation about his (whereabouts/comings and goings).”
“(Didn’t he demand that a lawyer be present/Didn’t he requested a lawyer)?”
“He doesn’t need one.
He knows the law better than I or anyone else in (town/the city) do.
As soon as he (entered/came into) my office, he made it clear he had followed me (of/by) his own will, in order to spare me the (embarrassment/shame) of a public argument and that, still (of/by) his own will, he would answer to those of my questions that (suited/were convenient for) him to answer.
He then asked for a glass of water and took his place in an armchair.
Would you believe!
My wife (knocked/tapped/hit) four or five times on the floor and in every occasion I (was obliged/was bound/had) to go upstairs to get her something to drink, to tuck the blanket in, to partially open the window, and all the usual (routine/stuff).
He was waiting patiently, without seeming to make fun of me.
He’s an odd guy.
Try to guess how much money he has in his pocket.
Just a little less than five thousand dollars!
Just like that, loose, (held/put) together (by/with) a rubber band.
“‘Where does this money come from?’ I asked him.
“‘Until proven otherwise, it belongs to me,’ he replied as he pulled a cigarette out of his pocket.
“I (checked/consulted), in the most recent reports, the numbers of the stolen banknotes and the list of wanted (persons/people).
He watched me do it without getting (flustered/confused) and with (polite attention/kindness/politeness).
“‘Should I guess you’ll take my fingerprints and send them to Washington?’
I’ll have (a response/an answer) tomorrow.”
“There’ll be nothing.”
Not once was there a smile nor a movement of impatience.
“‘Where do you come from?’
“‘From the South.’”