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Granite’s heart grew light

Denver meditated. "No, I won't <a href="">Cheap Vibram Fivefingers Classic Shoes</a> say that. I've seen too many queer things. There's always a reason for wanting to get out of life -- the wonder is that we find so many for staying in!" Granite’s heart grew light. "Then you do believe me?" he faltered. "Believe that you're sick of the job? Yes. And that you haven't the nerve to pull the trigger? Oh, yes -- that's easy enough, too. But all that doesn't make you a murderer -- though I don't say it proves you could never have <a href="">Cheap Vibram Fivefingers Kso Shoes</a> been one."
As he paused to wipe his forehead he saw the District Attorney glance at his watch. The gesture was significant, and Granite <a href="">Cheap Vibram Fivefingers Speed Shoes</a> lifted an appealing hand. "I don't expect you to believe me now-but can't you put me under arrest, and have the thing looked into?"
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Granite had felt a return of confidence since he had enlisted the interest of the Explorer's "smartest" reporter. If there were <a href="">Vibram Five Fingers US</a> moments when he hardly believed his own story, there were others when it seemed impossible that every one should not believe it; and young Peter McCarran, peering, listening, questioning, jotting down notes, inspired him with an exquisite sense of security. McCarran had fastened on the case at once, "like a leech," as he phrased it -- jumped at it, thrilled to it, and settled down to "draw the last drop of fact from it, and had not let go till he had." No one else had treated Granite in that way -- even Allenby’s detective had not taken a single note. And though <a href="">Vibram Five Fingers Classic</a> a week had elapsed since the visit of that authorized official, nothing had been heard from the District Attorney's office: Allenby had apparently dropped the matter again. But McCarran wasn't going to drop it -- not he! He positively hung on Granite’s footsteps. They had spent the greater part of the previous day together, and now they were off again, running down clues.